Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

(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.

They both turned to look at her and they didn't look terrified, surprised, or display any form of emotion at all. Xalia wanted to apologize but she was curious about one thing. What Emily had just said. Jack isn't a billionaire, he is a millionaire so how did he become a billionaire in one night? “What do you mean, cheers to being the latest billionaire in the city?” Xalia asked nervously with her voice trembling and Jack smiled. “Oh, your lawyer hasn't called you yet?” he asked. “Huh?” “You signed everything you have ever had to me last week after I gave you the best fuck of your life. You have nothing, Xalia. All you have ever had is in my name!”

A photo. Me. And Leo. Close. Too close. My breath caught as I stared at it. I didn’t even remember when it was taken—but it was real. And it didn’t stop there. There were more. Different angles. Different shots. All telling the same story. A story I didn’t agree with. A headline caught my eye: “Billionaire Heir’s Wife Spotted Getting Intimate with Another Man” My stomach dropped. This wasn’t just gossip. This was public.

Or will I have to be constantly fearing for my life, patiently waiting for when a crazy lady would come attacking me because I was ‘married’ to the love of her life. I liked how I lived currently. I liked the peace and serenity. I liked that I was unknown, far away from public scrutiny. I can't just leave all that and be shoved into the hands of the public overnight. I couldn't deal with all the drama involved. I simply couldn't. “No.” I finally answered. “No?” “Did I stutter?” “Did you not see the part where it said you would be generously compensated?” “ Did you not hear the part where I said no? You think I'm that desperate for your dirty money?”

If I did, my intrusive thoughts would win. “I’ll leave you two to your conversation,” I told both of them before I trudged up the stairs. Brandon knew better than to stop me. I wasn’t feeling sleepy earlier, but as soon as I lay on the bed, I wanted to sleep and wake up to find out that this part of my life was a nightmare. I made a phone call before I eventually drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I realized that my husband impregnating another woman was truly my reality.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

Letta quickly turned on the tap, causing the sound of water to ripple through the room. "I'll wait outside," Desi said, seeming to understand that Letta was inside. Letta could only hold back her sobs. For some reason, even though their marriage had just taken place a few hours ago, Letta was already enduring this pain. Had Marco planned to confine her in this grand palace all along? Was it intentional, not just for the safety of the fetus and herself, but part of his plan from the beginning? Would Marco eventually snatch this baby from her too, Letta wondered, until she could only sit on the cold floor. The gown she had been wearing only made Letta feel even more suffocated. She released th

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