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 5
Donald's POV
I found myself staring at the magazine I was holding. But in all honesty, I wasn't reading a word. I was just staring at the pages. Instead, my mind was clouded with the thoughts of Sophia.
The lawyer had told me she still hadn't sign the divorce papers. I didn't know why she was taking too long. Did she think if she stalled a bit I'd rescind my decision?
I wouldn't give her that satisfaction. At least that should make her learn her lesson.
As a young bachelor, I wouldn't have thought of marrying a lady such as Sophia. I wouldn't have even looked at her twice if she had passed by my side. She's not up to the standard of women I roll with. But, despite knowing she didn't have a chance with me, she had managed to get into my life. My mother, rest her soul, had been the perfect gateway. She had warmed her way into the heart of not just my mother but also the rest of her family.
And what could be worse? Mother had insisted I marry her. To her, she was the best girl for me. She was an angel - the perfect woman fit to be my wife.
I had gone ahead with the marriage as my mother wanted. I had to, at least to honour her dying wish. But I saw through Sophia's charade. She couldn't fool me as she fooled the rest of the family. To me, she was just a plain gold digger, seeking treasures to loot.
"Do you really have to do that every morning?" I looked up to see Laura staring at me disapprovingly.
Her beautiful face was contorted in a frown as she stood with her arms on her waist. I almost laughed at her gimmicks but I knew better. For some days now, Laura has been complaining that I pay little attention to her.
The last few days had been hectic as I had been on the lookout for a potential contract. It's quite a big deal and I couldn't afford to lose such deals to my competitors.
Laura's eyes were still on me. She was clearly waiting for my answer.
"It helps calm me down." I smiled, adjusting slightly from where I sat.
"And you have to do it always?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow at me. "Even while I'm here?"
I sucked in a breath as I thought of how best to answer her. Knowing Laura, I wouldn't want to get into an argument this morning. She was and still is a fierce lady and that got me endeared to her in the first place.
"Okay, just a few pages more. I'd drop it soon anyway." I took a quick glance at my wristwatch. "I have to be at an important meeting by 9."
Laura seemed not to be pleased by my response. The look on her face told me that. I have to give up on reading the magazine.
Things we do for love!
"Are we still going to 'Red cuisine' in the evening?" She asked gently, now sitting on my lap.
I stared at her face, I became lost as always, staring at her blue eyes. Her mouth was pouted as she stared back at me, expecting a response.
I nodded my head still not taking my eyes off her, "We will baby, I just need to sort the meeting quickly."
Laura smiled then hugged me tight, it was obvious she was seemingly pleased with my response. For some days now, she had been talking about visiting this new restaurant in town. I had promised her we'd do that today.
Laura wasn't just some quick lay, she was much more than that. She's been in my heart since we were kids and no other woman had taken that spot. Even when she was out of the country it had still remained the same. And when she finally came back, I was more than glad to have the woman of my dreams.
The ringing of my phone sliced through my thoughts and I jerked up slightly. Laura got off my body and I made for the phone on the table.
"What's the matter Jane?" I asked my secretary immediately and I picked the call.
"Our client just confirmed he'd be on the way soon sir." Jane's voice cut through my ears and I sprang up slightly.
I glanced at my wristwatch. Shit!
How time flies!
"I will be there shortly." I said before clicking the line shut.
I rushed to the room then had a quick bath. I wouldn't want to waste time so as not to delay this client. It's quite a big deal for me.
My eyes scanned my wardrobe, then it finally landed on a navy blue suit.
I had to look good to leave a lasting impression on the client. They say first impression matters a lot. I'm willing to explore that saying to the best of my knowledge.
I checked the compartment that housed my wristwatch. But I instantly became alarmed.
My favorite wristwatch is gone!
I tried to do a quick calculation when I last used the wristwatch. It had been a while.
My mood suddenly became dampened.
Who could have taken the wristwatch I spent half a million bucks purchasing?
My mind only pointed to one person.
Sophia.
That good-for-nothing woman!
She must have been the one. I remembered the golddigger of a woman's eyes not leaving the wristwatch the last time I put it on.
I pranced around the room, my fists tightened by my side.
Sophia had definitely messed with the wrong person.
I hurriedly brought out my phone, then dialled her number. She didn't pick at the first ring and my frustration kicked straight to the edge.
I dialled the number once again. Immediately she picked, I released a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"What is it?" She asked.
"How could you stoop so low?" I chastised, trying to control the anger within me. "I'm ashamed I ever have anything to do with a filth like you."
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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.