Billionaire ex-husband craves me back
Sophia's life turns upside down when her husband, Donald, leaves her for his childhood love. Heartbroken and alone, she's forced to confront the harsh reality that her marriage was a sham. But as she digs deeper, she discovers a shocking truth – her entire life has been a lie.
The people she trusted, the memories she cherished, everything was a carefully constructed facade. Her biological father, a billionaire, has been searching for her, and she's forced to confront the dark secrets surrounding her mother's tragic death.
With her emotions raw and her trust shattered, Sophia must navigate this new reality and make a choice: forgive and forget or fight for what's rightfully hers. Will she find love again or will the secrets of her past destroy her future?
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Chapter 2
Sophia's POV
"Do you ever love me?" I asked in a low tone. As much as I wanted to shout, I still felt my heart heavy with pain.
"That's not the important thing here." He responded, looking away.
"No it is. Have you even thought about the baby?"
"If it's about the baby I'd give you a million dollars."
Donald said without emotion and my chest tightened. I couldn't believe he wasn't affected by any of this. Why was I the only one experiencing this ton of emotions?
"It's not about the money, damnit!" I yelled and I saw him flinch slightly. He seemed shocked by my reaction but he quickly covered it with a frown.
"The choice is yours. Either you have the money or not, I'm not doing this with you anymore!" he said sharply, the anger in his voice was evident.
I still can't believe he would be willing to leave his baby. Our baby! He had been a little more caring when he got to know I would be having his child. But now, here he was, totally indifferent like it didn't mean anything to him. Even if I didn't matter to him, he should have considered the baby.
"Donald," I called him softly, looking straight at his eyes. "You want to throw everything we built just because of her?"
That seemed to infuriate him even more as his eyes stared daggers at me. I didn't quite understand the look I saw on his face, anger or was it something much worse - was that disgust I saw in his eyes?
"Did you say just because?" He scoffed, "you know very well how much I've loved Laura. If I have had the slightest idea she was coming back from England," he paused then took a deep breath, "I wouldn't have had this farce of a marriage, I would have waited."
I felt a tear drop at the corner of my eye and I quickly wiped it off. Did Donald just call our marriage a farce? Was that what this meant to him? Even after all these years.
"Look, I know how you must be feeling right now, but I don't love you, Sophia," he said gently but even with his soft tone I feel my heart constricting "At least I've tried to over the years but I still can't."
"I only married you to make my mum happy." He said flatly, "At least to give her the last happiness before cancer took her away."
"But I gave you everything, Donald." I sobbed bitterly, "I even disregarded my parents warning not to marry-"
"I didn't ask you to, I never asked for any of this!" He slammed his fists on the table. "I've absorbed myself deep in work. You think I like overworking myself?"
He asked but when he saw I wasn't giving him any reply he continued.
"It was all because I can't bear the thought of being with you all day, I just can't."
"You can cry all you want but that doesn't change anything."
I cleaned my eyes then asked the very question that I'd been wanting to ask him, "why then do you still make love to me? Those moments mean nothing to you?"
He gave a soft laugh, then his face turned serious. "You are dumber than I thought, Sophia. People hop into bed all the time darling. So how's that so important?"
His words opened a fresh wound in my mind. No wonder, he was always in a haste to get it done. I understand now how he always acted, as if a gun was pointed to his head whenever we made love. I had thought the baby would change things between us, but even that had changed nothing.
Despite the fact that he wanted a divorce, I still haven't fully come to terms with it. Laura had been Donald's teenage love. She had left the country in a rush after a family scandal. I never for once knew she would come back to the country. I thought she was gone and would never appear but now she has. But I wouldn't allow her to take my place just like that, would I? At least I have to try because of my baby. Why didn't Donald see that?
"Did your dad agree with this?" I asked, desperately searching his eyes. "How will your late mum feel about this?" I added and this time, he turned and looked at me with cold eyes.
"Don't you dare bring my mum up again!" He threatened and I suddenly recoiled. "We both know how you played your tricks, how you worked your charms on her, so you could get to marry me. Isn't that it? You fucking GOLD DIGGER!" His words hit me like a rain of bullets but he wasn't done. "You think you can bring up my parents to push me, huh?"
I was dumbfounded for a moment. His words had hit me in the most vital places. Another tear slipped across my face as his words kept reverberating in my head. He had got it all wrong and I'm going to clarify things. I was never a gold digger and never will I become one. I was only with him because of how much I love him.
I was going to explain myself when his phone rang and he picked it up immediately. A smile was on his lips as he spoke softly to HER. I tried to listen but he only said a few incoherent words before dropping the call. The cold look was back on his face as he stared at me.
"I have to leave now. I need to get Laura to the hospital. She's down with a serious fever."
He didn't wait for my response as he rushed out. I quickly went to my room and threw a proper shirt on. After that, I dashed straight outside to see Donald already in his car. He was already driving away so I ran straight after his car. I didn't even know what I was thinking as my head seemed to be a blur of any thoughts.
I was still running after him when I heard a sharp honk, then came a screech of tire before I tumbled on the ground. The cold from the snowy ground pelt hard on my skin.
I feel the strength draining out of my body even as I fight to keep my eyes open. I saw the blood flowing out of my body, and I remembered why I was there.
"Donald, please, help me," I muttered the last thing in my head as I finally slipped into unconsciousness.
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9.7
"Be my wife for eight months and I will save you from this hell. But if you fall in love with me? I will destroy you."
She wasn't sold for a price. She was lost in a bet.
A dark deal made in the shadows between a father who sold his own daughter without thinking twice and the man who runs the Blackwood empire. The CEO who doesn't just own money. He owns the city. He owns the law. He owns the men and their fates.
She was just a normal designer until she became his wife on paper. A wife to a man who knows no mercy. A man who never loses a deal. A man who refuses to let the woman carrying his name be weak.
Eight months. A marriage with no love. Strict rules. Forbidden feelings.
But what happens when the deal turns into a deep hunger? What happens when the contract becomes a cage? What happens when she finds out that running away from her father put her in the trap of a man who is a thousand times more dangerous?
Her father sold her in a bet. And her only escape was the man who owns the city.
8.4
I was the "diamond" of the Sargent Foundation, a perfect orphan polished for the cameras and high-society galas. But beneath the glittering chandeliers, I was suffocating. When the pressure finally broke me and I tried to flee the Sargent Gala, I wasn't met with comfort. I was hunted down by security and dragged into a sterile, white-hot spotlight in a room I was never allowed to enter.
Adrien Sargent, the cold-blooded CEO who controlled my every move, didn't want to help me. He wanted to devour me. He presented a legal cage: sign over my voting shares for his unethical hostile takeover, or he would have my only friend—the elderly butler who raised me—killed in his nursing home bed.
I became a prisoner in the East Wing, stripped of my phone and watched by hidden cameras. During a midnight storm, I tried to steal a security card to escape, but Adrien caught me in his study. Reeking of whiskey and corporate rage, he didn't just stop me. He pinned me to his desk and branded my neck with a bite so deep it bruised, treating me like a thief who deserved to be claimed.
The next morning, the house turned into a battlefield of lies. His PR consultant tried to claim she was the one in his bed, but Adrien found a pearl button from my pajamas under his desk. He didn't feel guilt; he felt violated. He accused me of orchestrating the entire encounter to blackmail him, his eyes filled with a terrifying, possessive fury.
When his grandmother caught us, she didn't see a victim; she saw a liability. To save the family stock price, she gave us an ultimatum: marriage.
"I’ll do it," I said, looking at the massive diamond ring that felt more like a shackle. Adrien thought he had finally broken me, but he didn't know about the encrypted file I just received. The corporate crisis he’s fighting was an inside job, and the trail leads straight to his own front door.
I looked at my new husband on our wedding night and let my silk dress hit the floor. He thinks he’s trapped a rabbit, but I’ve just gained total access to his world. I will sleep with the enemy, learn every dark secret he’s hiding, and then I am going to burn his empire to the ground.
7.1
For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big.
On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe."
Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero."
Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends.
"She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy."
Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder.
I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number.
"Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."
9.8
Ever since Ryan took her in, Kailey had tried to be sensible and pleasing, shaping herself around his moods.
He'd raised her, but she never saw him as family; she'd been sure they'd end up together.
On the day she turned twenty, ready to confess her feelings again, his beloved woman came back.
Kailey overheard, "Kailey is just a kid to me; I could never look at her that way. The only person I love is Olivia."
She walked away, and Ryan fell apart.
Later, at her wedding, Kailey smiled in white. Ryan pleaded, "I regret it, Kailey. Please don't marry him."
Calmly, she said, "Can you let go? My groom won't appreciate it."
9.4
Ashley gave Nicolas ten years of love and five years of loyalty as his perfect housewife, only to be repaid with betrayal, humiliation, and death at the hands of him and his mistress.
After being reborn, she vowed to make them pay.
She tore apart the mistress, kicked her useless husband aside, and returned as the heiress of a top-tier family.
Surrounded by billions, luxury, and a parade of elite bachelors, Ashley became the woman everyone wanted-including a cold, powerful tycoon.
When Nicolas came begging for forgiveness, she smiled coldly. "Fuck off! My man is worth a hundred of you."
7.0
For six years, I was the obedient, pathetic girlfriend of Arron, the adopted heir to the terrifying Mayer empire.
But on the night of a major party, he abandoned me for another woman, leaving me humiliated and alone in a hotel penthouse.
While I was crying in the bathtub, a splitting headache suddenly unlocked a terrifying truth. I wasn't just a discarded girlfriend; I was living inside a scripted corporate thriller. I was the disposable side character destined to be crushed by the Mayer family, driven to despair, and drowned in the freezing Hudson River so Arron and his new love could have their happy ending.
My destined ending was nothing but a joke to them.
"When he gets bored and throws you out, you'll be worse than a stray dog."
Arron's cruel warning echoed in my mind, but the phantom feeling of freezing water closing over my head completely burned away my pathetic love for him. Why did I have to die just to be a stepping stone for the man who threw me away like trash?
I refused to be a tragic victim. Looking at the broken gold watch chain I had just ripped from the coat of Cassius Mayer—Arron's ruthless, untouchable billionaire father—a cold calculation took over. Since Arron wanted to ruin me, I was going to use the most feared man on Wall Street to tear their empire down from the inside.