Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

This, I thought, this is everything. Afterwards, she lay beside me, tracing the edge of the sheets. “I looked you up when I got home yesterday. And I know what this looks like,” she said quietly. “A billionaire and his son’s ex. It’s messy, complicated, I’m 25 and you are 50, people will talk. I don’t know if I can handle all that.” I turned to face her. “Aria, since my wife died, I’ve been buried in this empire. Work. Numbers. Deals. Nothing felt real anymore until you. You’ve reminded me that I still have a heart and that terrifies me.”

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

Three years of marriage, and she still felt like a stranger in her own husband's life. Tonight was Adrian Blackwell's thirty-second birthday celebration. The Blackwell Estate was filled with influential guests from across the country. Business moguls, politicians, celebrities, and investors had all gathered to celebrate one man. Adrian Blackwell. The youngest billionaire in the city. The most powerful CEO in the country. And the man who had never truly been her husband. A soft knock sounded on the door. "Mrs. Blackwell?" a maid called respectfully. "Yes?" "The guests have arrived. Mr. Blackwell is already downstairs."

It hurt my feelings to see him like that but I gave a cold face instead, killing those concerns off. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice shaking. “I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, stepping closer. “I saved your life once. Are you really going to throw it away now?” My tears spilled over as I shook my head. “You don’t understand. I have nothing. No one. My family hates me, my ex-husband took everything, and I… I just can’t keep fighting. I'm sorry to break this to you but I am disappointed that you didn't leave me to die that time”

She had brought this tragedy to him. "So you kidnapped me because you wanted my help?" "There was no other way, I had to result to this. I need money, Faith." Faith sighed in relief, she could give him whatever money she had, it wasn't much to compensate for what he had gone through. "A million grand." "W_what?" Faith choked, she couldn't have heard him right. If she had such money, she probably wouldn't have lost custody to Sterling. "Aren't you married to that billionaire now? A million grand should be nothing to you."

I am here with my ex-husband who doesn't trust me. I want to run away but I can't. He has blackmailed me. I can't risk my parents life to stay in my comfort zone. I roam around to search for him. I want to tell him that I want to go back. I searched everywhere. He wasn't anywhere. There were couples going into bedrooms. Crazy wife swapping business rituals for business deals. Makes me vomit. I see Arnold with a woman going into one of those bedrooms. I know well what happens inside those rooms. The woman locked the door from the inside.

Jaxon said again, and they went back to Jaxon's big house, and Philip had to go home. "Please, sir," Philip opened the car door, and Jaxon exited the luxury car and entered the house. *** The day has changed; this morning, Scarlett was visited by several cars, and she knows they are debt collectors. "Are you Scarlett Elsher?" asked the visitor. "Yes, myself." "You must accompany us to the bank to pay Mr Rhodes' debts." "What? Debt? How is that possible? My father is a State pensioner," Scarlett retorted. "You must come now because your father is in debt with the VJ Group Company."

Except for an old table and chair, the warehouse was randomly scattered with containers. “Because of you, my business has been impacted. Because of you, I was sent to prison and now my every move is being monitored. People who used to fear me now mock me. My reputation, which I had built up over the years, was lost. Now nobody is afraid of me. And it is all because of you,” growled George. “You took everything from me, so it would be only fair that I take something from you,” he added with his sinister smile. “And you think my useless wife is my everything,” Mason replied with a smile.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

"Julian went public. The press is already outside the building. He’s playing the devastated, betrayed husband whose pregnant wife was snatched by a ruthless billionaire. If we hide her now, we look guilty of a federal crime." A heavy silence descended upon the room. I looked at the glass walls, imagining the cameras pointed up at us from the streets below. I was trapped again. I had run from the viper, only to end up in the lion’s den, and now the viper was tearing down the walls to get me back. Killian didn't look at Marcus. He looked down at me. The ruthless, cold billionaire who had spent a decade building an empire out of spite looked... furious. Not at me, but at the fact that his fortr