Mr Billionaire's Ex-wife

Ariana was maltreated by her in-laws and husband for the years that she was married into the family. But everything changed one night when her husband came home drunk, and ended up having a sex with her for the first time since their marriage. He accused her of taking advantage of his drunk state, and that made her file for a divorce. She revealed her true identity to them, as the daughter of the richest man, at a party, bringing the Sean family to their knees. But she wasn't willing to forgive as she vowed to never have anything to do with the Sean family, and she also had to get engaged to Dylan, since that was the man her family had always wanted for her. What will happen when Ariana discovered she was three months pregnant with Sabastian's baby? While he still kept pleading with her, even though she was already engaged. Will she reconsider and return to him because of her baby or remain engaged? Will Dylan accept her after discovering she was pregnant?

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Chapter 5

Ariana's POV

My mum finally left my bedroom, after she had made sure I had stopped crying.

I had made a wrong decision before, but from now, I'm never going to repeat it again, and I'm also going to make sure my mum gives her concerns on everything that I want to do, before I go ahead with it.

I thought and sighed softly, as I relaxed back into my bed, as I glanced up at the ceiling, as my mind flashed back all the consolation words my mum had told me.

I really owe her a lot, and I'm going to make sure I make up to her from now onwards. I took a deep breath, as I readjust myself on the bed, finally sitting up now.

TWO MONTHS LATER

I walked into my bedroom, looking so tired, and stressed, as I quickly dropped my handbag and cell phone on my bed, and had my seat on my bed.

"Gosh I'm so exhausted," I complained,as I slowly started talking off my jewellery.

I have started working at my father's company, and I am really doing well at it now. It's already been two months since I divorce Sebastian, and I have already gotten over him.

My mom was really so supportive to me, and that made it easier for me to get over the hurt I was feeling from what Sebastian did to me.

To be honest Sebastian and his family deserve nothing but sorrows, as that was what they were good at inflicting on someone else. And I'm never going to forgive them for that.

I sighed softly, and I tried to stop dwelling in my thoughts, but just then, there was a knock on my bedroom door, making me sighed softly as I wondered who it could be.

"Who's there?" I asked while still seated on my bed, as I fixed my glance at the door.

"It's me ma'am," I heard Anna's voice, who happened to be the maid in the house, making me sighed softly.

"What do you want, Anna?" I asked her, while not making any attendance, to stand up from where I was seated.

"Ma'am, I brought you a dress," she responded, making me realise I had sent her to get me a new dress earlier before leaving for the office.

"Oh my bad, come in," I spoke up, and the door cracked open immediately revealing Anna, as she walked closer to me.

"Let me see," I told her, and she quickly brought it out of the bag, making me smile immediately, as I stared at the red dress before me.

"This is so beautiful, you know how to please me," I complimented her, while she just smiled.

"Just drop it there," I told her, pointing to a spot on my bed, while she nodded, and moved closer to there.

Once she dropped it, she turned around to leave, but stopped.

"Ma'am, are you going to have dinner at home before leaving?" She asked me, making me widen my eyes in disbelief as I stared at her.

"How can you ask me a question, when you know I'm going for a dinner date?" I asked her, still finding it hard to believe she just asked such a question right now.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I will just leave," she said bowing her head, as she finally walked out of my bedroom.

"She is so unbelievable," I muttered, as I finally raised to my feet, and started making my way to my bathroom.

I walked into the restaurant with Dylan who was walking behind me, as he held onto my hands, while I tried to put on a smile as I went to the VIP section.

We both had our seats, and the menus were brought to us. "What would you like to have?" Dylan asked me, making me sighed softly as I glanced at the menu again and again.

I really can't decide on something to take right now, but I just had to order something, so I just pointed to my usual food.

"I'm going to have this," I said, pointing it out to Dylan.

"You really like pasta, I must confess," he said with a smile plastered on his face, as I just nodded my head, faking a smile too.

"I really don't like pasta that much, but I'm going to also order it since I want to eat whatever you are eating today," he said, as he also tried to place an order for it too.

"Come on Dylan you don't have to eat it because I'm eating it, you can order what you like eating," I told him, hoping he would stop and just place an order for what he likes.

"I have already decided to eat whatever you are eating, so please just let me do that," he told me, but I really don't want it.

"But you don't.." I was still talking but her placed his hands on my lips stopping me from saying anything further.

"I have already decided to eat it today,so you don't really have to worry about it," he told me again, but I told him he shouldn't be having what he doesn't like all because of me.

"I know that, but it's just for today, and if I don't like it then I promise not to have it next time," he said, making me sigh softly as I glanced at him for a while.

"Okay, if you say so," I relaxed back on the chair, and just then the waitress brought our orders.

"Thank you," I mouthed to her, as she smiled immediately and turned around to leave, but her hands hit a glass which fell down and shattered immediately.

"What have you done?" Dylan barked rudely at her.

"I'm very sorry sir," she quickly apologized and bent down to start picking it up.

"Don't do that with your hands, it 's going to get you injured," I protested, trying to make her stop picking the glass with her hands.

"No she should pick it up, so that the next time she can be careful," Dylan insisted, rudely, but I wasn't really placed at what he was doing.

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After turning down Colby Harris' proposal for the 99th time, I was taken aback when I received a wedding invitation from him. The bride wasn't me, but his former flame, Georgina Lawrence. Feeling completely disillusioned, I impulsively accepted Huxley Griffin's proposal, a prominent figure in London society. Huxley was so ecstatic that he organized a grand fireworks display, publicly announcing our engagement. I thought I had found someone who would bring me lifelong happiness. That was until I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and a friend. "You really don't have that bad of a taste, but causing a car accident on the wedding day is a bit extreme, isn't it?" There was a cold chuckle that followed. "It's about her rare blood type to treat Georgina. I've already devoted the rest of my life to this. What more can she want?" "The title of Mrs.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

After My Divorce, My Ex Pursued Me

8.6

In the sixth year of my marriage to Stefan, I discovered I was pregnant, only to have the joy extinguished by the news of an ectopic pregnancy, forcing me to terminate it. On the morning of the miscarriage, I received a call from a woman. "Hi, could you please ask your husband to come home?" she said. "He's been lingering outside my place." I suddenly felt drained. When I handed the divorce papers to Stefan, he asked irritably, "Just over this small issue?" "Yes, just over this small issue." ... "It's just one phone call. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? And what can you even do after we split?" Stefan, falling back into his usual indifferent manner, asked with a mix of curiosity and disdain. I looked at his relaxed expression, realizing he didn't believe I would actually go through with the divorce. To him, it seemed like I was just throwing a tantrum in a new way.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.1

Betrayed Wife's Triumph

9.1

The crystal chandeliers of Le Blanc cast a warm glow across the private dining room as I smoothed my navy silk dress—a birthday gift to myself. Five years of marriage to Conner Davis, and I'd learned to keep my expectations modest. A dinner with the Davis Corporation executive team wasn't exactly intimate, but it was something. I caught Marcus Webb's eye across the table. The veteran board member offered a small nod, perhaps the closest thing to warmth I'd receive tonight. Beside me, Conner scrolled through his phone, his attention elsewhere as usual. "Shall we order champagne?" Rebecca Chen, my lead technical architect, suggested with a smile. She knew how much I'd sacrificed for this company—the sleepless nights decoding failing systems, the brilliant solutions I'd whispered in Conner's ear before important meetings. "Excellent idea," Conner replied, finally looking up. "We should celebrate..." His eyes darted to the entrance where his secretary Ivanna Taylor stood, a vision in red that immediately commanded the room's attention.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Billionaire's Ex Wife Returns With A Baby

8.6

“We are divorced, Adams.” She sighed and wanted to walk away, but he held her. “It doesn't matter.” He answered, his voice laced with determination. “I don't love you anymore.” “That doesn't matter either. What matters is that I want you, and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it.” ***** Alicia's life has been a series of ups and downs. She suffered abuse from her husband and his family because she couldn't give him a child. She thought she had seen it all, but not until the day she returned home only to receive the divorce papers from her husband's parents. She pleaded with them, but was met with deaf ears, and so she signed the documents and left. Little did anyone know that she was pregnant. She returned six years later with her baby girl only to find her Ex-husband craving her once more. How will she take this, and what other surprises does fate have in stock for her?

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.8

Broken Vows And Paris Lights: My New Beginning

7.8

For fifteen years, I buried my dream of motherhood because my husband, Bennett, swore he carried a tragic genetic defect. "If we have children, they will suffer," he had cried on our bathroom floor. I believed him. I made him my religion. But at a charity gala, everything shattered. He introduced his twenty-two-year-old mistress as his "little sister," only to announce moments later that she was pregnant with his heir. He never had a genetic defect. He just didn't want a child with me. The humiliation didn't stop there. He moved her into our home. He took my grandmother’s emerald necklace, reset the stone, and fastened it around her neck in front of our friends. When I tried to leave quietly, he sneered that I was jealous and toxic. He was confident he could break me, planning to manipulate me into eventually helping raise his mistress's baby. He didn't know two things. First, his mistress was faking the pregnancy to trap him. Second, I wasn't going to stay to watch the fallout. While he rushed her to the hospital for a staged emergency, blaming me for her "pain," I quietly boarded a private jet to Paris. I deleted my number. I destroyed my SIM card. I reclaimed my maiden name. By the time Bennett realized his "heir" was a lie and his wife was gone, I was already starting a new life where he didn't exist.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

Fake It Till You Ace It

8.1

Iverson played the role of a rebellious, useless loser to survive in his mother's new wealthy family. He deliberately tanked his grades and hid his genius so his perfect stepbrother wouldn't feel threatened. But when a violent gang extorted Brenda, the only woman who actually acted like a real mother to him, Iverson dropped the act. He brutally dismantled four armed thugs with a broken aluminum pole to save her life. At the police station, he faked being a terrified victim to avoid jail. But when his biological mother arrived, she didn't even ask if he was hurt. Instead, she glared at him with pure disgust. "How much more humiliation are you going to put me through?" She threw a tutoring folder at his chest, praising his stepbrother's Ivy League prospects while threatening to cut off Iverson's trust fund for fighting over slum trash. Iverson clenched his fists in silence. He had deliberately played the idiot and ruined his own reputation just to keep her safe in that toxic mansion. Yet, she looked at him like he was absolute garbage. She truly believed he was just a brainless thug holding her back. Back in his room, Iverson locked the heavy oak door and booted up his highly encrypted laptop. The screen loaded into the world's most elite underground academic network. "Welcome back, Rank 1." He stared at the glowing screen with a cold, dangerous smile. He was done playing the fool.

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