Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

(Chase’s POV) The phone buzzed once on the kitchen table in Lucy’s modest Jersey City apartment… then kept buzzing. Chase wheeled himself closer, the chair’s tires whispering against the linoleum. He glanced at the screen. CNN push notification. BREAKING: Billionaire Lucien Sinclair Dead by Apparent Suicide; Video Accuses Wife of Orchestrating Decades of Crimes. Below it, a still frame from the video… Lucien’s face, calm, silver hair catching the light, mid-sentence.

said the man in the suit. I swallowed hard, the tears I had been holding back threatening to spill. My lips parted, words caught somewhere between gratitude and fear. “He’s my ex-husband,” I whispered, the words scraping raw against my tongue. The man’s jaw flexed, the only sign of tension on his otherwise polished exterior. His gaze flicked briefly toward Luke, then returned to me, unwavering. “Ex-husband or not… he has no place here. Not if he makes you feel like this.”

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.

I knew I added more fuel to the fire, and it was dangerous, but I honestly wanted everything to explode this night, and just be over once and for all, cause I was sick and tired of living in suffocation, I was so fucking tired of having to still be referred to as his wife and carrying his fucking last name "Fuck that!, and fuck this useless marriage" I shouted at him, but what I did not expect him to do was to hold unto my neck and press me harder against the wall. The same man that promised to love me forever and never hurt me What a useless fate Was he really going to kill me? The father of my triplets, and the city's most richest billionaire, held unto the neck of his pregnant wife and st

Some articles described Mia as a woman trapped between two different men, while others shamelessly revealed Jim’s identity as the billionaire’s long-lost son without showing even the slightest concern for his privacy. My jaw immediately tightened because I could tolerate attacks directed toward me, but I refused to allow anyone to drag my son into a public spectacle. Jim had done nothing wrong, and he deserved the chance to grow up without becoming entertainment for gossip magazines and online tabloids. I pressed another number before waiting only a few seconds for someone to answer. “Good morning, Mr. Black,” my head attorney answered professionally. “There is nothing good about this mornin

"She cooks in my son's penthouse at seven AM in pajamas? How domestic." I wanted to disappear. Adrian leaned down, lips inches from ear, voice low only I could hear. "Trust me." Then he did something I never expected. Turned me around, cupped my face with large hands, and kissed me. Hard. Possessive. Dominant. Not soft fake kiss. My ex-husband's billionaire boss kissed me in his penthouse kitchen, in front of his mother. I gasped against his mouth. Lips warm, demanding. One hand slid to waist and pulled tight against chest. I felt heart beating, strong and fast. Smelled cedar cologne. Hands without thinking grabbed his black shirt.

I would have given him everything. Now all I felt was tired. "Get up." "Not until you say yes." "Thomas. Get up." "Please…" "You called me eleven times last night. You came to my workplace and embarrassed us both. That's not love. That's desperation." His face flickered. For a second, I saw something cold behind his eyes. "You've changed," he said. "Yes." "You're doing this because of that so-called husband of yours, aren't you?" "Don't." "What does he have, Kelly? What can he give you that I couldn't?"

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."

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.

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.