Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

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

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.”

“Just like she manipulated her way into this marriage. Ask yourselves why a billionaire would marry a failed designer with a ruined reputation, unless she gave him something worth the trouble.” The insinuation landed like a slap. My face heated, and the old instinct to shrink, to disappear, rose up in my chest the way it always did around Adrian. I didn’t move. “Careful,” Damian said, stepping forward, his voice gone dangerously soft in a way that silenced the remaining murmurs instantly. “You’re talking about my wife.” “Your wife.” Adrian’s laugh cracked at the edges. “Convenient timing. A debt-ridden family, a woman freshly divorced, suddenly a wedding within the month. Almost like it was

But here she is, doing exactly that. And Aria—my wife, my new billionaire ex-wife—standing her ground with a strength I never truly understood. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut; all these years, everyone has been treating her like a slave, and I never did anything to stop it. Worse, I never even noticed. I was so caught up in my own world, my own concerns, that I completely failed to see what was happening right under my nose. The guilt gnaws at me, a relentless, bitter ache in my chest.

I could feel sweat trickle down the side of my neck and roll down and beneath my heaving breasts. I imagined grabbing his perfectly rounded ass in both my hands and squeezing hard— No. No, I needed to clear these thoughts from my mind. He was my best friend’s uncle, and twelve years my senior, at that. Besides, Barnett was married. I couldn’t afford to get myself wrapped up in some fantasy about a married billionaire, not after I just got away from a cheating husband myself. I wouldn’t do that to another woman. I mentally slapped myself. Barnett wouldn’t want to be with me, anyway. Not when he has a woman like Julia to go home to.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

The fear that gripped him was almost unbearable. Because he no longer knew who she really was to him. Is she just a pawn that he acquired by a contract marriage? Or someone more than what he assumes she is? At some point, this had ceased to be about power or pride. Somewhere amid the violence and betrayal, during every glance she cast his way as if awaiting his abandonment—Adrian lost sight of the man he once was. The man who could walk away. The ruthless billionaire that doesn't do attachments or feelings. Now, every decision felt like a snare.