
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 7
Donald's POV
I clenched my teeth as I drove through the streets like a possessed demon.
My frustration had begin from the moment I called Sophia. Thereafter, my father had called to threaten me concerning my divorce with Sophia.
Imagine ordering a grown ass man like myself to get back with a woman I didn't love? Where's the sense in that? And to think he'd threaten to take over the company if I don't comply, it's something I really can't place.
I find the whole thing complicated, yet annoying. How come the witch had warm her way into the hearts of my family that much? Particularly my father, is something I still find hard to understand.
I had argued with him and then ended the call before putting the phone on DND (DO NOT DISTURB). I would deal with him later. I need to win this deal first, and I can only do that with a clear head.
I steered the car to the right, taking the last bend that will take me to 'Hailey's place', but my jaw instantly dropped.
In front of me was a long queue of cars moving at a really slow pace. I take a quick glance at the Richard Mille wristwatch on my wrist.
Fucking hell!
I was already fifteen minutes behind the set schedule of meeting Mark Lance. Messing with Mark Lance is not something I should be doing. I can't possibly delay any more time.
It's just ten minutes to get to my destination. I need to make a change of plan. And I need to do that fast!
I picked up my phone, there was over ten missed calls. Two from my father and the rest from Jane. Jane never calls more than twice, unless it's really urgent.
I knew instantly Mr. Lance must have been waiting. Looking ahead from inside the car, the traffic was still moving at a really slow pace.
I dashed out of the car, I couldn't afford to waste any more time.
Looking around as I walked, everyone seems to he minding their business. I break into a jog. That's the only way I can cover the remaining distance within this short period.
In no time I was panting in front of 'Hailey's place'.
My upper body was covered in perspiration and my shirt was completely soaked.
People around were giving me weird looks but I didn't spare them a glance. I have other worries - Mr. Lance! His car was already parked outside the restaurant's compound.
I got into the restaurant and head up towards the VIP section but someone stopped me.
"Restricted area, please head back downstairs."
The man on glasses stopped me with a hand on my chest. I gave him a quick look. He was heavily built and was putting on a black suit. His look portrayed him to be a bodyguard.
I cleared my throat looking at his hands that was still on my chest. "I'm here to see Mr. Lance."
He looked at me from head to toe as if I had lost my mind. "What business do you have with him?"
I clenched my fists then closed my eyes. When I open them back, the man was looking at me as if I've gone nuts. Is there a slight chance this hunk didn't know who I am?
"I am Donald... Donald Briggs."
Immediately I mentioned my name, the guard ran his eyes over me, then as if suddenly recognizing me, he gave a quick bow.
"I apologize Mr. Briggs. I didn't recognize you at first."
"It's okay, take me to Mr. Lance." I commanded, waving off his apology.
He led me straight inside the VIP and I saw Mark Lance sitting at a corner.
Even for a businessman like me, I still felt nervous. Two things contributed to my nervousness. One, I was drenched with sweat after jogging all the way here. Two, I was rich in my own right, but Mark is the richest man in the country.
I composed myself immediately I was in front of him.
"Mr. Lance, I'm sorry I didn't arrive earlier," I apologized, taking a seat opposite him. "I'm Donald..."
He waved me off then extended a hand, "It's okay Briggs, I know who you are. You aren't hard to miss in the business world."
I was flattered to receive such a compliment from Mark Lance. Only that, I didn't show it. I only nodded and flashed him a quick smile.
"Here's the document containing the proposal." I said, handling him a brown envelope.
I observed him keenly, his eyes seem to dart about the pages for a while before it settled back on me.
"Two years is all you need to carry out this project?"
"Certainly, Mr. Lance." I nodded confidently.
"Very well then. That's commendable."
I knew instantly I had sealed the deal with him. The smile on his face was all the confirmation I needed. I didn't think of anything otherwise, afterall I spent sleepless night personally drafting and reviewing the proposal.
This deal would not just top my rating in the business world, it would also earn me more respect from my father. He had been trying to land a deal with Lance while he was in charge of the family business, but all his efforts proved abortive.
The shrill ringing of a phone interrupted my train of thoughts and I looked up to see Mark pull out his phone.
"I have to take this, sorry." He apologized but I only gave a quick nod.
I hate having phone calls during a business meeting but who am I to set rules for Mr. Lance?
"What!" He exclaimed, instantly drawing my attention. The calm look on his face had suddenly turned to a scowl.
I suddenly became alarmed as he dropped the phone without another word, then his eyes settled on me.
"Donald Briggs," he called my name out coldly. "This deal is impossible!"
His last statement filtered into my ears and I instantly felt like a dagger was plunged into my heart.
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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.