Romans & histoires Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

Francisco wanted to kill someone in anger. "What do we do now? Let's go before the property management department finds out," Isabela suggested. On the other hand, Martin and others are afraid to speak out because they are afraid of what might happen. This place is so scary that even his son Marvin, a self-proclaimed millionaire didn't dare to look like a fool when he first came there. The Evergrande villa is a place that only billionaires own. A millionaire will not last long in this place. Although Marvin's one million annual salary seemed like a lot of money to the average person, Martin knew very well that it was no more than a penny in the eyes of the Villar family.

continued Anna. Anna rolled her knees. She walked slowly away from the billionaire's luxurious penthouse without any doubts, guilt, or feelings that could weigh her down. "Anna belongs to Anna," muttered Anna. She grabbed her sunglasses. Walk confidently toward the elevator. While inside the penthouse, Anderson Baldwin was in chaos. He grabbed his hair because his head wouldn't stop thinking about Anna. Anna had insulted him enough. If she thought it was a joke, she had tested Baldwin's patience enough from the moment she knocked on her door.

I then lower down my gaze for the reason that his stares are like fire that keeps my body being melted and sore. “Okay,” I replied and held my hands together to control myself to not look at him again. His aura is too powerful for me not to melt. Amidst being in front of a ruthless billionaire who made me as a battered wife, I still think of how handsome and appealing he is. He can rip my—Damn this brain of mine! “Don’t think of that right now, you stupid!” said my mind. Seriously? Daydreaming my husband in front of him? “Your dress is already in your room. Don’t embarass me,” he added shortly and left me dumbfounded with a mouth half-open.

He was the only trouble his father had and if he had his way, he would take him out of the way. Casper clutched the phone tightly when he heard about the marriage bit. He didn't want any woman close to him except Jenna and didn't want to consider it, or talk about it. "Grandpa, you didn't answer my question. I still have at least five months to prepare for my infelicitous marriage but the issue at hand is the five hundred million missing from the company account."

And the more I had delved into the details of it all, the more I had felt like I was drowning in a sea of betrayal and heartache. It was surreal to see their faces plastered across screens and headlines, their private lives dissected and scrutinized by the public eye. And of course, I had been dragged into it—the wife of Billionaire Kingston gets free from being kidnapped by a group of terrorists only to find out that her husband had gotten an ex-model pregnant. And yes, you read that right, I said terrorists. That was how the news channels, YouTube channels, Talk Shows, and all of the rest, that was how all of them talked about it.

Laura had lost a leg and was now in prison with her goons. There was no way she could harm us again as she was taken to a maximum security prison, due to the gravity of her offence. “Let's go home.” Alessandro said, to which I nodded, before he placed his hand on the small of my back, and led Rita and I to the parking lot. + “By this time tomorrow, we will have been married to each other,” I muttered, as I traced the bulging veins on Alessandro's forearm. We were currently in his private jet on our way to Bora Bora.

I slept every night fearing the day Mr Holmes would call my father and discover the disgust and disgrace I am for him. I moved through the mansion's walls, thinking about all the possible ways I could make my life easier, better. At this point, I knew I would never become Alex's lawful wife with Sophia still breathing. That little cunt, she came out of nowhere and covered all the shame and insults that haunted me in this family. She may not have done it intentionally, but her father should have known better than selling her off to the most ruthless billionaire in town. I continued moving up quietly, thinking about other ways of getting rid of that and miraculously dragging away some wealth w

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.