Mirabelle's POV: The bathroom mirror was fogged up, beads of water clinging to the surface as I stepped out, wrapping myself in a soft towel. I sat at the dressing table, absently smoothing lotion onto my arms. My reflection stared back at me—tired eyes, pale skin, and lips pressed into a thin line. Who is this woman? A soft chime interrupted my thoughts. My phone lit up on the table, and I froze. A notification. Reaching for it, I hesitated. The screen displayed Noah’s name and his message: “I’m on my way to the airport. I just saw the news.” What the hell? My hand tightened around the phone. Of all times, why now? I wasn’t ready to face him. He can't find out yet—not until I gathered enough evidence to expose him. Not until I am able to make him pay for all the lies, all the deceit. But can I truly do it? Can I really put the father of my children behind bars? My chest tightened at the thought. How would I explain it to the kids? Mika would be devastated. Tyler—he idoli
Noah's POV:Mirabelle's words from earlier echoed in my mind relentlessly: “Don't come back, Noah. Please."I leaned back in the plush leather seat, gripping my phone tightly. She begged me not to come back, but how could I Stay away? I can't ignore the fact that she was in trouble, and no matter what she thought, I wasn’t about to sit back and let her handle it alone. I need to be there for her, to help her through the mess at her company, and to make things right.My fingers tightened around the phone. Despite her resistance, I have already decided. I am going home. The engines of the jet roared to life, but I was too restless to focus on the luxury of my surroundings. My jaw tightened as the memory of the news flashed before my eyes. Mirabelle’s company is on the brink of collapse. Fraud accusations. A shipment disaster. A fire. It was a chain reaction, one calamity after another. Was any of this connected to me? My secrets, my choices? The choices I made—might have indirect
Noah's POV:My jaw tightened. “I have nothing to do with this. I haven’t even met the man.”“They found his body this morning,” she continued, her voice low. “I was going to tell you, but... the authorities got here first.”“This doesn’t make any sense,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “I never even saw him.”“That may be true.” Natasha said. “But the authorities have evidence that places us near him. This isn’t going away, Noah. We have to cooperate.”“Cooperate?” I repeated. “I don’t have time for this. I need to get back to my wife.”“And I’m telling you that if you resist, things will only get worse.” Natasha said firmly. “We need to handle this carefully.” She added, crossing her armsMy eyes narrowed. “You said that Mr. Ali bailed out yesterday. You said that he was still in Hong Kong, so how exactly did you know about his passing?” I asked, genuinely confused.What kind of game is this, Natasha? What kind of game are you playing?“Stop.” She interrupted sharply, her
Noah's POV:“Mr. Noah,” Simon greeted. “How can I help you?”“Simon,” I began, pacing again. “I need you to go to Samuel’s house. Now.”“Samuel’s house?” Simon asked, confused. “Is something wrong?”“He hasn’t been answering my calls for some days now.” I replied. “I want you to check on him and let me know if he’s alright.”“I don't understand, Sir.” He countered. “A few days ago, Samuel said that he was going on a leave for a few days to take care of his wife and he had already discussed everything with you. How is it now that you are unaware of his whereabouts?” Simon inquired.“I suspected that to be his reason for being unavailable. But now that you've just confirmed that he lied, I am starting to think that things aren't the way it seems.” I replied. “Just do as I said, go to Samuel's house and check up on him. Then I will know what to do next.”“Understood, sir. I’ll head there immediately.”“Good. And Simon.” I added. “Be discreet. If something’s wrong, I don’t want word getti
Natasha's POV:His eyes widened in confusion. “Excuse me?”I tilted my head, reading his name tag aloud. “Zhao Feng.” I purred. “Why don’t you come in?”He hesitated, glancing nervously down the hallway. “Ma’am, I’m on duty. I can’t…”“Oh, come now.” I urged, stepping closer, my hand brushing against his chest. “I’ll make it worth your while.”“I could get fired.” He said, his voice barely over a whisper.I smirked, letting my fingers trail down his uniform. “This is the Four Seasons Hotel, the fourth most expensive hotel in Shanghai. If you get fired, I can secure you a higher position at The Peninsula, the most expensive hotel in the city.”His hesitation was obvious, his gaze flickered between my face and the hallway behind him. “Ma’am, I don’t…”“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t be scared, darling. I have connections all over Asia, especially in China. You’ll be safe with me.”He exhaled deeply. After a brief pause, he stepped inside and shut the door b
Natasha's POV:Zhao Feng behaved like the weak little man he is. He inserted his tongue deep inside my pussy and swiftly moved it up and down while holding my feet. His tongue had cleaned the sticky liquid that oozed from my pussy. We both caught sight of each other while looking at my tight nipples. I had to kick his testicles to remind him to keep begging.“Madam, please cure my erection. I’m desperate for sex and don’t have the balls to lure in a woman. The sticky liquid from your warm pussy has increased my lust. Please take command over my cock.” He pleaded dramatically.“Alright, you pathetic weak little man. Get on the bed and spread out your arms and legs.” I ordered him.I stood on the bed and stepped on his testicles. At first, he felt a sharp pain but then began to enjoy it, as his balls got between the mattress and my toe.I spat on his face and said. “Your cowardly cock is getting a taste of my pussy because I’m allowing it. You are not fucking me! I am fucking you! And
Natasha's POV:Suddenly, my phone rang.I glanced at the side table, straining my neck to catch a glimpse of the Caller ID."ALLY 1?" I muttered aloud, my voice filled with anger and irritation.Why the hell is he calling me now?I pulled open the side table drawer, grabbed my business card, and tossed it at Zhao Feng. "Thanks for your services. Send me your account details, and I'll make sure you're well compensated.""But—""The job at The Peninsula, right?" I interrupted. And he nodded."We’ll discuss that when you text me.” I said curtly."Um... I..." He stammered, then rose from the bed and shuffled to where his clothes were scattered on the floor. He began dressing—slowly.What the hell?"Why the fuck are you still here? Get out already." I snapped, my patience wearing thin.He hurriedly pulled on his clothes, slipped my card into his pocket, and quietly made his way to the door. Just as I thought I was rid of him, his head popped back through the doorway."I really enjoyed—"Be
CHAPTER NINETY NINE. Mirabelle’s pov. The tension in the air was suffocating. I stood in the hallway, heart pounding as the muffled voices of the children from the living room filtered through my thoughts. Why would Ken suddenly show up in my house? What was all this about? I thought as I walked towards him. It didn't feel right, my ex-husband in the house of my present husband. It felt so wrong. Before I could get to Ken, my children got to him first, and I froze. Oh my goodness, I was still thinking about what I would introduce him as, but now. I might not even get an opportunity to introduce them. “Who are you?” Tyler asked Ken, folding his arms together as if Ken was a threat. Ken cleared his throat. I was sure he felt awkward at the encounter with the kids, and I was supposed to move and stop whatever was about to happen, but unfortunately, my foot stayed rooted to the ground. “I'm a friend of your mum’s.” He said calmly. The frown on Tyler's face only worsened. “My mum
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