Novel & Cerita Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband

I could feel sweat trickle down the side of my neck and roll down and beneath my heaving breasts. I imagined grabbing his perfectly rounded ass in both my hands and squeezing hard— No. No, I needed to clear these thoughts from my mind. He was my best friend’s uncle, and twelve years my senior, at that. Besides, Barnett was married. I couldn’t afford to get myself wrapped up in some fantasy about a married billionaire, not after I just got away from a cheating husband myself. I wouldn’t do that to another woman. I mentally slapped myself. Barnett wouldn’t want to be with me, anyway. Not when he has a woman like Julia to go home to.

The room was thankfully unoccupied. “You bastard! I’ll have you jailed for this. What the fuck is wrong with you? You couldn’t wait until after the wedding to crawl up out of whatever hole you live in?” Tracy whispered furiously. “You lied to me,” Josh whined in an accusatory tone that sounded so ridiculous. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I saw your husband-to-be on TV and googled him. He is a freaking billionaire. How does a billionaire’s bride-to-be not have a hundred thousand dollars?” Josh asked. He was no longer slurring his words as much as he had before.

The most brutal divorce ever while secretly carrying his child. I suddenly snapped out of my chain of trance, quickly pushing the thought of Liam to the back of my head. It only brought nothing but haunting memories of my painful past and I wasn't going to dwell in it anymore. It's time to bury the past and find myself again. "You don't have to worry about your ex husband anymore, you will be better off without him, it's his loss, okay?" I couldn't stop wondering how someone could be so sweet in every way possible. He was truly, my Godsent.

I spoke with bitter fury as if someone else other than me was responsible for my predicament. “My wife filed a divorce and the judge asked me to give her 50% of my wealth,” The man said. “Can you imagine? I toiled for over twenty five years on America soil to train our three kids while she stayed at home doing nothing. The anger made me physically lash out at her. Hence, I was arrested.” “Oh,” I said. “That's bad,” “It truly is,” Sharma agreed. “Women are our worst nemesis. Do you have any family?”

"If you don't want to talk about it, no problem…" "No, I do. I'm sorry for cutting you short. It's just, after being married to the man I thought loved me for five years and being made his punching bag every single day, I find it hard to trust anyone. He caused my recent miscarriage and just two days ago when you saw me, I just left his house after meeting him in bed with who I thought was my best friend since I was young. He divorced me right there and now I have nowhere to go, no one to turn to." I explained to him with tears rolling down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry to hear that." He said, holding my hand. "No need to worry, I will find something for you, okay?"

"Alright. If you think it'll work, I'm willing to give it a shot. But, Ximena. Are you sure about this? Working closely with Miguel again?" I forced a smile, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the thought. "I'm a big girl, Charles. I can handle Miguel Ricardo." I mean, there I was that evening, sitting in some swanky restaurant across the table, or maybe one of those big, round tables with Miguel, feeling like somehow I'd slid into a parallel universe or something. There I was plotting with my ex-husband to produce a sham merger. "So what you're saying," Miguel twirled his glass of wine, "is that you want me to sink a few mil into your boy toy's pet project?"

My eyes widened after I realized where else I’d seen him other than news articles. I cannot be mistaken. He is the CEO of the multi-billionaire jewelry company my shameless ex-husband works for, the CEO of Watson company. He came from a wealthy family yet became a young self-made multi billionaire. His family owns an airline and jewellery company. The chocolate factory he built is one of the most famous not only in this country but in many countries. How did I end up in his care?

“Well, we got there and his grandfather ended up liking me and pressured us into marriage. William told him that the media would be on my neck, but he insisted on a private wedding so I accepted.” Her jaw dropped. “I know, I know. I wasn’t thinking ahead. I just thought that being married to a billionaire would definitely be a good thing. I was thinking about my benefits and now, William thinks I’m a gold digger but he isn’t calling off the marriage anyway.” “Wow.” Catherine breathed out. “That’s crazy.”

I was struggling to regain balance when I felt a grip on my arm, spinning me back to the room, his eyes locking onto mine. I gasped. I recognized him. The famous billionaire, Jasper Brown.

My body moved before my mind could catch up, turning and rushing up the stairs. "Lena!" My brother’s worried voice called after me, but I didn’t stop. I slammed the door shut, my hands trembling as I pressed my back against it. Would he tell my family what happened that night? He wasn’t just some stranger from a bar. He was the man my family had chosen for me to marry—the billionaire heir who held the future of our family’s business in his hands. But none of that mattered. What really bothered me was how he’d treated me the night we met. The harsh words. The coldness. The rudeness. He hadn’t even given me a chance to explain myself.