Secret of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife
”Mr. President, your wife sent over the divorce papers.”
”How much alimony is she asking for?”
”Actually, she’s offering to pay ‘you’ alimony.”
Two years ago, he’d thought her the perfect wife: sweet, submissive, the kind of woman who’d make a lovely accessory to his life. She’d thought him the ideal husband: a handsome, workaholic billionaire who’d leave her alone.
She married him, but after divorce, it came out to be a marriage of convenience. No strings attached. Just a secret deal.
But now, after the divorce….
“Mr. President, the mastermind behind our competition is… your ex-wife.”
“Mr. President, the person who saved you earlier—pretty sure it was her.”
“Mr. President…”
“I want to know everything about my wife’s secret life, NOW!”
“Sir… we found nothing. She’s completely off the radar,”
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Freedom and Revelations Sophia’s Point of View The low hum of the engine echoed as I sped down the city streets in my bright yellow Lamborghini. The adrenaline from the meeting with James hadn’t quite worn off, and I needed a release. Tonight wasn’t about thinking—tonight was about being free. After two long years of being stuck in a contract marriage, of being someone I wasn’t, I could finally breathe again.As I pulled up to the bar, neon lights reflecting off the rain-slicked pavement, a small smirk tugged at my lips. This wasn’t just any bar; this was *our* bar, the place where Skyler and I had spent many late nights forgetting the world. I parked the car in front of the entrance, handing the keys off to the valet, who couldn’t help but gawk at the vehicle.I strode in with purpose, my heels clicking against the floor as the heavy beat of the music vibrated through my bones. The manager, a tall man with a sleek black suit, greeted me with a wide smile. He knew who I was, which was odd considering I hadn
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Chapter: Chapter 4: Questions Left Unanswered James Dalton’s Point of View The door to the VIP room was still half-open when I spoke, my voice cutting through the silence.“Where did you get the money?”Sophia paused, her back to me as she stopped in her tracks. I could see the faint tension in her shoulders, the way her hand gripped the door handle. She turned around slowly, facing me once more, her expression cool and composed.She wasn’t going to leave this room until I had answers.I studied her closely. For two years, I’d given her a black card—a limitless resource she never used. Not once had there been a charge, a withdrawal, nothing. She was a stay-at-home wife, with no visible income of her own. And now, she shows up with $10 million in cash? The Sophia In front of me wasn’t the same woman I had entered this marriage with. The soft-spoken, obedient girl who was barely more than a stranger had transformed into someone entirely different—a woman who now seemed to thrive on this newfound power. It was hard to ignore, even
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Chapter: Chapter 3: It's OverSophia’s Point of View I stared at my phone, waiting for Katrina’s message to come through. It wasn’t like I was expecting James to confirm our meeting himself—that would have been too much to ask from the man who barely acknowledged me for the past two years. Still, part of me had hoped he’d at least show a little courtesy before I handed him his freedom.My phone buzzed. Finally.“He didn’t confirm,” Katrina said as I answered. Her voice was steady, like she knew what I’d say next.“Where is he?” I asked, already getting up from my desk and grabbing my purse.Katrina had done her job, as always. “He’s meeting Mr. Thompson from the Finance Bureau at The Crescent. Private room. I’ve sent the details.”I smiled to myself, not even slightly surprised. Of course, James had more important things to do—like building his empire—than handle a simple divorce.“Perfect. Have the money ready. I want it delivered to him in person,” I said firmly.Katrina didn’t question it. “The bodyguards are
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Chapter: Chapter 2: I Don't Need It.James’ Point of View “Sir, I have something urgent—” Ryan’s voice cut through the meeting, but I didn’t lift my head. The conference room was packed, and the discussion was nearing its peak. Numbers, projections, and strategies. This was what mattered. This was how empires were built. Not whatever my assistant thought was worth interrupting me for. “Ryan, not now,” I said flatly, my eyes still on the presentation.Ryan hesitated. “But, sir—”“I said not now,” I repeated, this time more firmly, keeping my focus on the charts in front of me. The profits from the last quarter had exceeded expectations, but there were gaps—minor inefficiencies that needed addressing. That was the priority.Then, suddenly, Ryan raised his voice. “It’s the divorce papers, sir.”I froze. The room grew silent. A few people exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. Divorce papers? I slowly lifted my eyes and met Ryan’s. He stood there, holding a brown envelope, his face pale but determined. The shock on my
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Chapter: Chapter 1: Divorce Papers Sophia’s Point of View “Katrina, do you have the papers ready?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. I had waited too long for this day—two years, to be exact.Katrina, my assistant and closest confidant, stood in the doorway of my office, holding a thick envelope in her hands. “They’re here. Everything’s set for your signature.” She hesitated for a second before stepping forward. “Are you sure about this, Sophia? Once you sign them, there’s no going back.”I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”For two years, I had lived in the shadow of a contract marriage. A marriage that wasn’t born out of love, but necessity. My grandmother, in her final days, had pushed me into it. She didn’t mean to be cruel—her heart was in the right place. She wanted to see me secure, married to a man who could give me the stability she feared I couldn’t find on my own. So, James Dalton, the third son of the powerful Dalton
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A Deal with Mr. Billionaire
I never in my wildest imagination thought that my life would one day take such a huge turn: signing a marriage contract with Jonathan Wells, the coldest billionaire in Wells Enterprise, so my sister could stay alive. It was supposed to be cut and dry: I’d be his wife on paper, and in return, he would take care of my sister’s medical bill and promise our future. No attachments. No strings. Business only.
But life rarely adheres to a simple script, does it?
Pulled into his ruthless world, secrets of my past start to resurface, putting everything in jeopardy. I, Chloe Jackson, was the illegitimate daughter of his biggest competitor-a man I had been running from my whole life. Now my estranged father wants me back under his control, just when I’m starting to see that maybe Jonathan isn’t as heartless as he seems.
Torn between the board’s merciless scrutiny, Jonathan’s mistrust, and a corporate war driven by my father, I’m adrift in a maelstrom of power, betrayal, and something even more dangerous—love.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. I wasn’t supposed to care. But in the end, it might not be the contract that keeps our worlds apart-but rather the very thing that could mend my heart.
Because Jonathan Wells isn’t just a billionaire. He’s the only man who can break me-or save me.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Proposal Jonathan’s Point of ViewMonths had passed, and I still hadn’t found a suitable wife. The clock was ticking, but it wasn’t desperation that gnawed at me. It was frustration. I had vetted many women-most beautiful, smart, and driven. But none of them were right. They all shared something in common: they wanted more from me than I was willing to give.Marriage. A real one. They wanted love, affection, connection. Things I didn’t have the time or desire for. I wasn’t a man built for love. I was built for power, control. And I’d be damned if I let my father’s last wish strip that away from me.Instead, I had passed my nights with brief distractions: women who knew the deal-no strings, no emotions. Just temporary pleasure. But each morning, I woke up to the same problem staring me in the face: this deadline looming over my head, the board hovering and waiting for any sign of weakness. I needed a solution, and fast.I leaned back in my office chair, staring out at the city skyline. My refle
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The Final DemandJonathan’s Point of View3 months ago, before marriage.I stood at the doorway of my father’s study, the heavy mahogany doors open ajar. The smell of leather and old books wafted up, the scent of a man who had ruled this empire long before I ever stepped foot into the boardroom. My footsteps, on cold marble floor, barely echoed. All I could hear was the shallow breathing of the man I’d admired-and feared-for most of my life.Jonathan,” his voice was hoarse; the powerful baritone weakened by the illness that had racked him for the last year. His eyes flicked up from the documents in front of him, sharp as ever despite the frail body that betrayed him.I walked in, my posture as stiff as the tension hanging between us. “You wanted to see me,” I said, my tone deadpan. This wasn’t the time for sentiment. In our world, it never was.“Yes,” he rasped, nodding toward the chair across from him. “Sit.”I sank back onto the leather chair and watched his face. Skin sallow, pulled taut on high ch
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Fragile Lines Chloe’s Point of ViewI sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the faint purple bruise that marred the skin of my arm. The imprint of Jonathan’s anger. I had been holding it together all night, keeping the tears at bay, but now that I was alone, the weight of everything pressed down on me all at once.I gingerly trailed my fingers over the bruise, and a surge of emotion welled up inside that I couldn’t quite control-anger, sadness, frustration. How did I get here? How does one’s life spiral down to such a vain marriage replete with freezing words and unexpressed pains?A tear rolled down my cheek and another until I couldn’t stop them. I buried my face in my hands, crying silently, ashamed that I’d let him get to me this way. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him. This was all supposed to be transactional, a means to an end. Yet, it was impossible to keep my walls up as the reality of our situation chipped away at them day in, day out.The door creaked open, and I hastily wiped m
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Chapter: Chapter 2: Unraveling at the GalaChloe’s Point of ViewI stared at my reflection in the floor-length mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. The stylist Jonathan had hired worked her magic, transforming my usually simple, nerdy appearance into something. Glamorous. My hair, normally tied back in a practical bun, now cascaded in soft waves around my shoulders. The makeup softened my features, giving me a sophistication I never thought I’d possess. And the dress-a sleek, black gown that hugged my figure-made me feel like a stranger in my own skin.This wasn’t me. But tonight, it had to be.Jonathan wanted perfection for the charity gala, and I was supposed to play my part. It was a commercial night, nothing more. We would show up together, smile for the cameras, exchange polite conversation with the city’s élite, and then leave. Just like at every event we had attended since the marriage-a performance perfectly played out.I looked at my phone then headed downstairs. A text from Emily’s nurse was there
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Chapter: Chapter 1: Bearing the Cold Chloe’s Point of ViewA month had passed since I signed my life away to Jonathan Wells. Days bled into the next, a continuous circle of obligation and playacting. The original shock that our agreement had created faded out, leaving a cold, grey indifference in its wake. Even the most spurious display of civility now felt akin to a laborious task. My role was more defined now, the sacrifices I made were clearer, and the thought of it weighed upon me like a heavy, crushing burden. Every day, I did the tightrope balancing act between my own discomfort and keeping up the illusion of a perfect marriage, while the true cost of my decisions did not exactly dwell in the farther reaches of my cognition.I stood in the master bedroom of our penthouse, staring out the window at the city lights extending below me. It was a spectacular view, yet I just couldn’t muster up any enthusiasm. The lavishness, the overindulgence-it was all so hollow. Cold. Just like him.Jonathan. My husband in name only.
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