Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

Until they finally got divorced and her mom went to marry the man. As for her dad, he also did the same thing, marrying another woman right after they separated from his ex-wife. “Birds with the same feather really flocked together,” Zren mumbled under her breath as she let out a helpless chuckle. She never expected that the person she once trusted the most could do such an inhumane act.

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.

I yelled as I was dragged out of the apartment. The next couple of hours were a routine nightmare. I was identified and fingerprinted. The underhanded jokes and looks I received were disgusting and I could barely hide it. I was being accused of targeting wealthy men and seducing them so that I could steal from them later. Just the thought of it made my skin crawl.

“No means NO, Sophia. Though only a few people know about our marriage but I can't still risk getting you to kidnap.” “Kidnap?” I asked, widening my eyes. “Yes! You’re a billionaire’s wife, remember? So, don’t go anywhere without me and stay inside for two days straight.” I could never understand the problem related to money. Those who didn’t have it also suffered, and those who had more than required, also suffered, in one way or another. “Then you can take me with you.”, I suggested. “I’m sorry. I will be returning tomorrow late at night because I’m going out of the country.”

Valerie interrupted. “I love you so much Valerie, but the past few months have been so hard on me. I battled accepting you didn’t love, and left. I came back when I was about to lose you to death. When you came back to life I got your heart and it made me so happy that you had finally accepted me into your life. When you accepted my marriage proposal, I was happiest. Just when l had my happiest moment, it was taken from me again. Stolen. Robbed from me. And now, from being a billionaire and CEO, I’m a prisoner,” he explained. “But you still are a billionaire. You still…”

Connor Williams. What the hell was he doing here? Have you ever read those cliched romance books where the male lead is a hot billionaire with perfectly chiseled abs and a sharp jaw? That was Connor in a nutshell. Oh, and don't forget about the piercing eyes and devilish smirk that melted the hearts of innocent and naive women despite him being the biggest asshat on the planet. Yup, also Connor. Gross. He was also the biggest jerk in high school and not to mention Jessica's ex-boyfriend. This is why his being at the wedding was a bad idea.

His face turned red, and his breaths became haggard, fierce veins were beginning to make way to his forehead and his eyes were bloodshot. He was tired! Tired of what they called marriage. He was exhausted from being in a trap that was nothing close to happiness. He was a sad man, a depressed and unhappy married billionaire. Richard owned the largest bank in Southern California. Apart from that, he had other business establishments in some parts of the United States. He also owned a large winery, had shares in other top companies and made investments worth billions. No doubt, he was a young, rich, handsome, and successful man.

"I also leave all the money in my investments, offshore accounts, and my current banking accounts, worth one hundred billion dollars." "That's impossible!" Belinda exclaimed as she stood up from the couch. Her voice caused an echo in the sitting room, and everyone looked at me. "My husband didn't write that will! He wouldn't have left so much money to his bastard child and not me!" She fumed. "I've been his wife for 43 years and was the one who helped him get everything that he had! I am the one who built his empire and got him where he was!"

Ready whenever you are, baby. Trust me, that was all Vincent needed to devour me whole… and to think that this was the first of many nights like this as a married couple… I failed to ruin my billionaire ex-husband as promised, because he ruined me instead. THE END.

"A ruthless womanizer, buying love and discarding hearts like trash. Did our moments together mean nothing?" "My wealth, not my heart, was what you sought," I countered, my voice unwavering despite the turmoil within. Jessica's face contorted in rage and despair. "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she stormed out, leaving shattered emotions in her wake. As I sank into my plush leather chair, exhaling deeply, I felt relieved. Another mistress gone. I'd grown accustomed to this familiar cycle. I always made my situation crystal clear: a fiancée, waiting patiently on the island, and I wouldn't commit. Yet, they'd eagerly accept, enticed by the promise of lux