Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

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?

“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."

"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 had changed every single stuff on my floor a few months back after finally getting a way out of the bargain. Every single woman has repulsed me and although it has taken Dezreel a lot before she had agreed to let me go, including the death of her father, she had succumbed to it later on, but not without letting me know that she was going to rain hell on me. Hell on me? I had scoffed. No one else can except I gave the person the right to. Oddly, I had everything now, power, money, and even fame and I still felt hollow, still felt withdrawn like I had failed in life.

"Mrs. Wei, this is Elena Zhang. I'm moving into the master bedroom tomorrow. I'll have the staff remove your things. You can pick them up at your convenience, if you even want them. Marcus and I are very happy. I hope you've found whatever it was you were looking for." I smiled at my phone, a cold smile that would've terrified the old me. I typed back four words. "You have no idea." Then I blocked her number and opened my laptop. Nathan had sent me files, everything on Marcus Wei, Catherine Wei, Vivian Wei, Elena Zhang, and someone named Richard Blackwood. I started reading. By dawn, I knew things about my ex-husband's family that they thought were buried forever and I knew exactly how I was

I wish I could just move on like it's nothing but I can't. It's so unfair that I am a billionaire and I have all the money in the world, yet I can't keep a steady relationship or marriage. Divorce twice and now Emily is leaving me just two weeks to the wedding and even though I have been nothing but good to all my ex's, I am the one getting all the backlash for their wickedness.

ELENA I followed Mrs. Carter down the halls still trying to catch up to what had just happened in that office. Days ago I'd been a wife. Today I got divorced. And somehow, before the day had even ended, I'd agreed to become another man's wife....on paper, at least. Insane didn't begin to cover it. I followed her down a hallway that led to another hallway, past doors that looked like they belonged in a hotel rather than a home. None of it registered the way it should have. My mind was still several steps behind my feet.

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

“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.”