Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

I just wanted a princess treatment from my husband, but I guess he was busy with other things, like dating my best friend and stabbing me in the back. “Can I see that, please,” I tell the lady standing behind the Jewelry counter. “Okay.” She brings out the necklace from the open box and hands it over to me. I inspect it, and I imagine Lorenzo’s giving it to me as my birthday gift. I imagine my surprise reaction and how he helps me put it on. There were so many things I had hoped for on my anniversary day. So many wonderful things. But things went really wrong. I’m still shocked that he was dating my best friend and that he also asked for a divorce. Being Lorenzo's wife was all I have known s

"ONCE YOU sign that paper, it's all over for us, Ellie." My soon-to-be ex-husband, Valerian Blackwood, sat across from me, legs crossed, a scotch in his hand. He didn't seem to care about our separation at all. Two years of marriage, and all I was fed up with were the endless scandals about him and his mega-ton amount of women chasing his round and soft ass. Who was I to question it when my husband was Valerian Blackwood? A drop-dead gorgeous billionaire. He was smart, sophisticated, and just perfect in every way. What else could I even ask for?

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”

"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?"

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?

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.

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?

If I say stand here to someone, he would stand but look at me now, I was slowly striding behind my ex-wife like a beggar. I knew I’d caused it. I shouldn't have cheated, if I hadn't, then I won't be facing this but still if I had not, then I won't know this secret side of my ex-wife, that she's a billionaire and that she owns the mansion we used to live in. She turned to me, her brows lowered. “Why are you stopping? Didn't you ask me to rescue you from Matteo’s hands at all cost?” She grinned, a witty and cheeky one. I lulled down a deep breath, looking away. I refused to answer.

“My mother was sick—cancer. Aggressive. We didn’t have insurance, and the bills were drowning us. I was twenty-one. Working part-time, barely surviving. That’s when I met Julian Monroe.” Thomas raised an eyebrow. “The venture capitalist?” I nodded. “He approached me at a charity event. Said he was impressed with how I handled myself. At first, he just offered to help with the bills. Said it was ‘a gift for someone with potential.’ But nothing comes for free.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “What did he want?” “Appearances. Accompanying him to events. Acting like we were together. He wanted to seem like a respectable man with a respectable partner. I didn’t know at the time… how dirty his business w

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."