Ken's POV.I returned my thoughts down memory lane of regrets; I doubted Mira would ever give me a second chance cause I had hurt her and still used her pain to my advantage when I sent her a text message for us to meet up at Lorenzo's hotel while she was still at the club. After sending the text, I and Mitchelle paid the pimp, directing him on what to do when Mira arrived. Plus, the cameras were already installed in the room in advance. We left the room, leaving the pimp behind as we went to get the divorce papers which I put my signature on once I had my hands on it. On heading home, I received a video of Mira getting intimate with the pimp, and a wide smile spread across my face, knowing I was almost there. My plans were about the become a reality! However, while I watched the video, I noticed something different about the physique of the pimp. He had a broad and toned back with muscles all over, which seemed different from what I expected to be underneath his clothes, but I
Michelle's POV:I can’t believe Estella threw me out and that worthless Ken abandoned me by the roadside. How crazy!Can things get any worse?As I stepped onto the front porch of the bungalow I shared with Ken, memories of what had happened earlier at the event flooded my mind. I gazed up at the shabby house, trying to understand how everything had gone out of control. I had thought that by taking both my father’s company and Ken from Estella, I would emerge victorious. Instead, I found myself becoming the sore loser, while she once again stood at the top.Deep down, I always wondered if my status as my father’s stepdaughter made me unworthy. Perhaps that’s why he chose to let Mirabelle inherit everything, a decision that made me loathe her even more. Watching her grow up, showered with love and attention that I craved, my jealousy morphed into a deep-seated hatred. Yet, for reasons I couldn’t understand, she always treated me kindly, which only made me disgusted.Her ability to
Mirabelle’s POV:Morning came. Jamie had already taken care of the kids and gotten them ready for school, and the driver had taken them off, leaving me alone in the house. Noah was in the shower, clearly avoiding me after his behavior the night before... He actually pretended to be asleep just to dodge the kids.When he steps out of the bathroom, I will be ready to give him a piece of my mind.I swung my legs out of bed, slipped on my flip-flops, and headed to the table to grab my laptop. It was only a few days since my return from abroad, and I was still struggling with the shocking news about the company Ken and Michelle had taken from me. How had everything crumbled so quickly? The house, the cars—they were all gone. If I didn’t act fast, I feared they might even sell the company.Climbing back into bed, I began scrolling through the research I had done on Ken's business. Over the past five years, they had made crazy decisions, mismanaged transactions, sold shares irresponsibly,
Noah's POV. “Oh, you never mentioned that,” she said, turning to look at me.I had wanted to tell her about my lunch with the investors, but she seemed preoccupied, lost in thoughts, and stressed out lately.So I decided to keep the information to myself.“I guess I forgot,” I said with a shrug, then stood up, walked to the dressing table, and sprayed a mix of Dior and Chanel perfumes. After that, I approached her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.Noticing how shy she became after the kiss, it was clear she hadn’t gotten over the tension between us from last night. I decided to let her be for a moment, but soon I saw her shyness shift to worry.Her brows furrowed, and her gaze dropped. Just as I was about to ask what was wrong, she spoke up first.“Are you okay? You seem stressed.” She asked, lifting her hands to cup my face.A low smile crept onto my face. She had been quite busy lately, and at first, I thought it was because being here made her miss Ken. I imagined she was u
Ken's POV:Mirabelle has occupied my thoughts for the past two days. In my dreams, she was there, and while awake, her voice seemed to echo all around me.I miss her!When I called Father last night to tell him about Noah, he didn’t seem particularly angry about what had happened. Instead, he was more focused on seeing his dear son, Noah Sylvester, for the first time in five years.Taking a deep breath, I got up from the side of my bed and walked to the table.For reasons I couldn’t explain, a voice in my head urged me to call Noah. I needed to state my claim to let him know I was now his competition and that I was willing to go to great lengths to win Mirabelle back.I quickly grabbed my phone from the table and dialed Noah’s number, holding onto a thread of hope that it was still in use.Fortunately, the line rang, and my next prayer was that he would pick up.And surprisingly he did.“What do you want?” His voice came in, rudely.“I guess an introduction is not needed?” I asked.“I
Noah's POV:‘I wonder why Ken is calling.’ I thought as I picked up the call.Placing the phone on my ear. “What is it?” I asked rudely.“I guess an introduction is not needed?” He said, returning the same rude energy.Childish little brat!“It isn't actually.” I agreed.“Where are you?” He asked almost immediately.What could he possibly need my location for? I hope he has no intention of pursuing a brotherly relationship with me.“Why does that piece of information matter to you?” I asked.I heard him let out a deep sigh, as though my words got him irritated. “It's not necessary to answer my question with a question. Regardless, I called because I wanted us to meet. It's really important.”Smiling widely. “I would have asked why, but it’s not important. Because I’m almost at the office, and to avoid any unnecessary scuffle, I can’t invite you to see me there. Also because, while you may not understand the seriousness of work, I do. You know what I mean?” I asked, chucking loudly.I
Ken's POV:The repeated honking jolted me from a deep sleep. I opened my eyes to find myself asleep in a car.No!Fuck, I had an accident.I was still trying to gather my thoughts when someone suddenly approached the car, banging on the window. Sighing, I rolled the window down to see the man standing there. He was a bulky, middle-aged guy with pale skin, dressed in a vintage outfit.“Thanks for checking on, but I’m okay. I guess I just blacked out for a bit,” I said, forcing a smile.“Checking on you?” he asked, and I nodded. “Son, you just crashed my car. You need to call your mechanic to come pick it up and get it fixed.”Crashed his car? How? I wondered as I looked ahead and noticed the vehicle parked right in front of mine. I quickly got out, brushing the man aside as I ran to the front. It hit me hard: I hadn’t just crashed his car—I had wrecked mine too.Mine was a fucking rental car, so how on earth was I going to afford to pay for the repairs on both cars?Turning to face th
Mirabelle’s POV:Noah had promised to take me to the mall to shop for the clothes I'd wear to dinner and to also pick up gifts for his parents.But now, it's past 7, and he's still not home. When I called him earlier, he said he was stuck at work.I quickly texted him, asking him to grab some diffusers and scented candles on his way back—it seemed like the most thoughtful and sensible gift for an elderly person.After texting Noah, I went to the room where the kids had gathered. They had gotten back from school earlier, but I was a bit occupied with an online meeting so I couldn't play with them all day.Mika was the first to spot me and practically flew into my arms, a wide smile on her face, though I could already see the hint of disappointment when she saw me walk in instead of Noah.“Such a daddy’s girl,” I said to myself, holding my laughter But sometimes, I think she just needs a hug, no matter who gives it. Tyler wasn’t far behind, clinging to her side like he always did—my l
Morgana's POV:FIVE YEARS LATER………“Noah!” I called out, tying my hair back with a band.Where could he be? Suddenly, I bumped into someone. Looking up, I saw it was the cook in her white apron and cap. Sighing deeply, I asked, “Where is he? Please tell me you found him.”“I couldn’t find him, Ma'am,” She replied, her head hung low. “This house is huge; he could be anywhere. I had the maids search everywhere for him. We’ll find him soon, I promise.”“I hope so, Lola. Xavier is on his way back, and he hates it when his rest is disturbed.”“Don’t worry, ma'am. We’ll definitely find him before Sir returns, trust me…”“I found him!” Someone called out, and we hurried toward the voice.We entered the library and saw a maid standing by the door.“Where is he?” I asked.“Behind the third shelf,” She replied curtly. “You both can leave now,” I instructed. “And please shut the door behind you.”I moved behind the third shelf to find my sweet pie crouched down, his head hanging low.“What's
Morgana's POV:I picked up the envelope and started to open it. "What is this? Is it some kind of petition or something?" I asked, still struggling with the seal.“Divorce papers!” He replied and my hands froze in the air.“Y-you are kidding right?”“Do I look like I came all the way here to joke?” He asked, sounding all serious and impatient. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at the man I called my husband. “Why are you doing this to me, Simon? What have I ever done to you to deserve this?”“Honestly, I can’t believe you’re asking me this right now,” He began. “Marilyn is stuck in a wheelchair for God knows how long, and she has a severe brain injury that I can only pray she recovers from. And you're asking me what you've done to deserve this when you actually deserve more!”“So this is all because of Marilyn huh?” I asked, staring deeply at him. “I am telling you I didn't push her off the fucking stairs. She fell while trying to push me down.”“Why should I believe you?” He sneered
Morgana's POV:The doors were suddenly pushed open and I shut my eyes instinctively. I could hear approaching footsteps, but I continued to feign sleep. “She is still asleep.” I heard a male voice say.“What could be wrong with her?” A familiar female voice asked. “She's pregnant.” The man replied, my eyes flung open when I heard his words.‘How? When?’It finally dawned on me, the night Marilyn's divorce was announced in the news and she had contacted Simon for emotional support. He came back home extremely happy and drunk, and that night we had sex for the very first time. The next morning when he woke up he hated me more, he claimed that I took advantage of his drunken state to have my way with him.How did that one night together result in pregnancy?‘Simon needs to know about this, he will come for me the moment he finds out that I am pregnant with his child.’ I thought.“She is awake.” I heard a male voice announce. Tilting my head to the side, I saw a middle aged man, dresse
Morgana's POV:“You are under arrest for attempting to murder Miss. Marilyn Pearce.” Agent Cooper began. ‘Attempted murder? Under arrest?’ My mind suddenly began to race. “Simon, are you aware of this?” I asked turning to face him, there was absolutely no way he would allow these men take me in. This was obviously one of Marilyn's schemes. “All your questions will be answered in court, Mrs. Langston.” Agent Cooper said coldly. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, an attorney will be provided for you.” He said, as he moved in to cuff me.“She tried to push me, I moved away and she fell, that's all!” I protested, crying bitterly.“I suggest you cooperate, Mrs Morgana, or you might lose any chance of getting an attorney.” Agent Carter cautioned.And just like that, I was handcuffed and dragged to the police car while my husband stood there staring at me
Title— Divorced In Jail: Vengeance On My Billionaire Ex-husband.Blurb:After getting divorced and arrested by her husband~Simon Langston, who is known as a wealthy Billionaire tycoon in all of California.Simon Langston believes that Morgana had tried to kill his ex, Marilyn, prompting him to put Morgana behind bars for attempted murder but Morgana is unexpectedly saved by Simon's business rival, Xavier Hills. He offers her a shocking proposal: A contract marriage. In exchange for providing for her and the child she carries, Morgana must supply Xavier with every information that could potentially bring Simon's company to its knees. Five years later, Simon wants both Morgana and their child back. But can his heartfelt gestures surprisingly move her? Will Morgana fall for him again and end her five-years marriage with Xavier Hills? Chapter One~Morgana's POV:I stepped out of the room in a blue sundress, my blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. As I approached the stairs, one thought
CHAPTER One Hundred and Eighteen. Noah's POV. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues of gold. I lay on my side, watching her sleep, Mirabelle. My wife. The woman who had somehow managed to drive me to the brink of madness and still make me fall head over heels for her every single day. Her dark lashes fanned against her cheeks, her breathing soft and even. There was a slight flush to her skin, her lips parted enough for me to see that faintest smile tugging at the corners. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. My chest tightened as I took her in, my heart swelling with emotions that I still couldn't quite put into words. I couldn't help but smile, it has been a year since everything–since the chaos that Natasha had unleashed on our lives. A year since we’d nearly lost everything. But now? Now, our life was a calm that I never thought I would really experience. Filled with laughter, love and the promise of new beginnings. My gaze drif
CHAPTER One Hundred and Seventeen. Mirabelle's POV. The first thing I noticed was the sound–a steady rhythmic beeping that pierced through the haze of my mind. It was faint at first, distant, like an echo calling me from the depths of a fog I couldn't escape. My head throbbed, a dull persistent ache, and my eyelids felt impossibly heavy as I tried to open them. The light was too bright. I squinted, the sterile white of the room assaulting my senses. Everything was blurred, shapes and shadows bending together in a surreal dance. I blinked, my lashes wet with tears I hadn't realised were there, and slowly, the world began to take shape. A hospital room. The faint antiseptic smell hit me next, mingling with the sterile cold air. My body felt alien, like it wasn't mine. My limbs were leaden, my chest tight and a sharp pain radiated from the right side of my abdomen. I tried to shift, sit up, but the movement sent a fiery wave of pain tearing through me, forcing a gasp from my lips.
CHAPTER 116.Mirabelle's POV. He was here. My Noah, my husband. The man who I betrayed but still protected me like I didn't, even though he denied it to himself. He looked panicked when he came in here, but now, his gaze was suddenly cold. His expression was unreadable and it scared me, like the calm before the storm. I knew Noah was going to save me, he wasn't going to leave me to die because of what I did to him, right?I wasn't even sure anymore, I was on the brink of death and thinking stupid things. At least if he didn't save me, I was sure that he would save our kids. “Noah…” my voice broke, but he didn't look at me. His eyes was fixed on Natasha, who stood with that wicked smile on her face, holding all the power. Her eyes gleamed like she was enjoying every moment of this. Of course she was. “You'll regret this.” Noah said, his voice sharp like a blade, cutting through the tension. Natasha just laughed, her head tilting back slightly as those he had told her a joke.“Oh
CHAPTER 115.Mirabelle's POV. A sharp, stinging pain exploded behind my eyes as I slowly regained consciousness, my head felt heavy, and my vision swam, disoriented by the dim, flickering light of the room. The first thing I noticed was the metallic smell of blood. My blood, my lip throbbed, split from what I assume was a blow. As my vision cleared, panic set in. My wrists were tied behind me, the coarse rope biting into my skin. My ankles were bound to the legs of a chair, I tried to shift, but the chair wouldn't budge from the floor. The cold metal pressed on my chest felt foreign, and when I dared to look down, my breath caught in my throat. A bomb. Wires tangled over my body, a cruel, intricate web of destruction. The timer on the device blinked ominously, though it was yet to start. My heart hammered against my ribs. The sound deafening my ears. “No.” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. “No, no, no….”My eyes darted around the room, desperate for answers, desperate f