Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

I spoke with bitter fury as if someone else other than me was responsible for my predicament. “My wife filed a divorce and the judge asked me to give her 50% of my wealth,” The man said. “Can you imagine? I toiled for over twenty five years on America soil to train our three kids while she stayed at home doing nothing. The anger made me physically lash out at her. Hence, I was arrested.” “Oh,” I said. “That's bad,” “It truly is,” Sharma agreed. “Women are our worst nemesis. Do you have any family?”

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.

(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!”

My phone buzzed, and I stared at the phone for the umpteenth time, hoping I would get a reply from her. It wasn't her though. Instead, my eyes caught the news headlines peeping out of my phone… “Billionaire idol beats up a poor man for touching his mistress,” I cringed at the title. These journalists would do anything to make extra cash. The headline wasn't exactly false, but how did these people know that he's been having an affair with Lena Dunham? My mouth dropped wide open, and I zoomed in to confirm and it was just as I thought. I brought out another phone from my breast pocket immediately and put a call across. I was panting quite loudly and I found it quite difficult to stabilize my b

“Noah Thorne wants me to marry him. A contract, one year. I’d be his fake wife, smile for his business deals. He’ll clear the debt—fifty grand, plus interest—and pay me five million. Fund my design business, too.” Mom’s eyes widen, her hands freezing on the bills. “Five million? Scarlett, that’s…” “Insane,” I cut in, my voice rising. “It’s a trap, Mom. He’s a stranger, a billionaire who thinks he can buy me. I’m not some prop for his corporate games.”

FRAMING HIS WIFE AND SENDING HER TO PRISON JUST TO BE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. *Wow! These billionaires are creepy as hell! This is all they do with their money!* *She’s indeed a queen! Thank God she exposed him.* *Honestly who did she leave him for, she should hold him tight and save other ladies from such a creepy bastard.* *So much for marrying a billionaire, haha!* *Heard he got a restraining order, lol. Y’all gotta be kidding. She should burn him!* I can’t even scroll anymore. I'M TOTALLY FUCKED.

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.

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.