Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

"But what do you think will happen when the woman he threw away becomes Mrs. Castello?" The air in the room thickened. My mind raced. I could already see it—Daniel’s smug face twisting in shock, Vanessa’s perfect little world cracking, the media scrambling to understand why Leon Castello, one of the most powerful men in the city, had married his ex-wife. It would destroy him. The idea was intoxicating. But it was also insane. I shook my head quickly. "This is ridiculous. Even if I wanted to hurt Daniel, why would you care? You’re a billionaire. You don’t need me to get back at him."

He looked out the window at the passing scenery, feeling nothing but a rising sense of resentment within him. He had not expected to have returned to this city so soon, especially after what happened last time. But unfortunately, his presence here was prompted by something that was beyond his ability to influence. A few days ago, just as he had been making preparations on how he would take over the family company, the members of the Grant family had received a very shocking news. Their eldest son, and his older brother Noah had announced to the family that he had now acquired a wife.

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

“Just like she manipulated her way into this marriage. Ask yourselves why a billionaire would marry a failed designer with a ruined reputation, unless she gave him something worth the trouble.” The insinuation landed like a slap. My face heated, and the old instinct to shrink, to disappear, rose up in my chest the way it always did around Adrian. I didn’t move. “Careful,” Damian said, stepping forward, his voice gone dangerously soft in a way that silenced the remaining murmurs instantly. “You’re talking about my wife.” “Your wife.” Adrian’s laugh cracked at the edges. “Convenient timing. A debt-ridden family, a woman freshly divorced, suddenly a wedding within the month. Almost like it was

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.

"I am the one who decides who is replaceable. And today, I have replaced you with myself.” The broadcast cut to the Hamilton logo. The stock market opened, and the ticker at the bottom of the screen showed the Hamilton Global line shooting upward like a rocket. Ryan slumped against the barricade. A reporter shoved a microphone into his face. "Mr. Voss! Are you really her husband? Did you know she was a billionaire? How does it feel to be the man who lost the Iron Queen?" Ryan didn't answer. He couldn't. He watched as a black SUV pulled up to the curb. Silas Vance stepped out. He didn't look at the press. He walked straight to Ryan and handed him a small, plastic bag.

I started walking away because I didn't want a scene here. But then I felt a force pull me backwards. His eyes raked my frame hungrily as he swallowed hard. “If you dressed like this when we were married, I would never have cheated on you,” he muttered, gliding his thumb over my wrist. I yanked my hand free from his grip, glaring daggers at him and God, I wished that would slice him into pieces. “Jasver, don't you have better things to do other than stalking your ex–wife? Aren't you ashamed?”

"I know about the meeting you called with the archivist tonight. I know you're trying to move the original property titles out of the building before the board meeting on Thursday." Richard’s jaw worked silently for a moment before his face flushed a dark, angry red. He slammed his fist onto the desk. "I built this company! I kept it alive after your father died! You think you can just walk in here with your billionaire husband and take it from me?" "You didn't build anything.” I said, stepping closer to the desk. "You drained our reserves to cover Julian’s debts. You lied to the shareholders. And now, you're trying to steal physical deeds like a common thief."

An ordinary afternoon that had no business feeling this good. A family that wasn't really a family. A wife who wasn't really mine. She caught me staring. "What?" "Nothing." "You're staring." "Allowed to look at my wife." Color rose in her cheeks. "Fake wife." "Still my wife." "You're impossible." "So I've been told." For the first time in longer than I could remember, I wasn't Adrian Blackwood the billionaire everyone tiptoed around. I was just a man spending his afternoon with two people who'd become important to me somewhere along the way, without my noticing exactly when.