CHAPTER 109.Noah's POV. I still feel some type of way really. All through the flight from Shanghai, right to New York, I've not been settled. I should call Mira and tell her that I'm finally going to be home, but I just needed space to think out some things right now and I didn't want hearing her voice to do some certain justice. I knew what would happen if I heard her voice and that was what I was trying to avoid. I didn't want that at all. Right now, I was on my way to the house and I was excited that I would finally be able to see my kids, after such a long period of time. I missed them so much and I felt some type of way about not being in a good place with their mother, but I guess we would hash it all out when we saw each other. I just wanted my family, but thinking back to the picture that I was presented with, the thought alone made me want to punch something but I knew that I had to be in a good space because I was going to be with my kids, finally. It's something that I
CHAPTER 110.Mirabelle's POV. “Mira, can I have a word with you?” My heart literally jumped at the sound of his question. I'm not blind, I can see the shift in his mood. Noah normally wouldn't be this cold towards me, after not seeing me in a long long time. But here we were. Noah would be all over me by now, showering me with kisses and touches because he just can't seem to get enough of me, I mean he wants to touch me all the time and I love it. I can't argue with him on that, but now. I'm not sure. I know I did something wrong, but I don't think there's a way he would know if I and Ken didn't tell him. The last time I checked I was sure that the both of them couldn't have a cordial conversation and except Ken wants to due earlier than his planned time, I don't think he would want to mess with Noah in that way. So how would he know that because I don't know why he's been cold right now. I know for sure that I did something horribly wrong and I know that I should tell him, but
CHAPTER 111.Mirabelle's POV. The room was tense, each second felt like a year as I sat there, staring at Noah's bloodshot eyes. He looked hurt, exhausted, and furious all at once. I honestly didn't know where to start the apology from. “Answer me Mira.” he repeated, his voice now eerily calm. That calmness frightened me more than the shouting had. “Am I not supposed to be your husband? The one person you trust enough to talk to?” “You are, Noah.” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I was scared, I didn't want to hurt you.” “Hurt me?” He laughed bitterly, running his hands through his hair. “That's an understatement and we both know that. You didn't want to hurt me, yet you kissed the one person that has sabotaged me my whole life, that I've spent my whole life despising. That hurt you by cheating on you with your sister, do you even understand what you've done?” Tears streamed down my face, “I made a mistake, a terrible one. I wasn't thinking straight Noah.” “Please….”“You were
CHAPTER 112.Mirabelle's POV. The walls of our home have never felt so cold. Every corner of this house echoed with Noah's last words. “Let's get a divorce, Mirabelle.” Including the fact that he called my full name. That fact alone almost made me go mad. I heard those words echoing on repeat in my head like a fucking broken record. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't stop replaying the pain etched on his face when he said it. He wasn't shouting, but his tone had carried a finality that left me hollow. For seven days, we'd been playing this elaborate charade for the kids, Noah had moved into the guestroom the same night, we still smiled at breakfast, still shared mundane conversations about school runs and the kids activities. But it was all smoke and mirrors. When they weren't looking, we barely spoke a word to each other and when it was the nighttime, we pretended to go the same room when in reality, once we noticed that the children and grandpa Ed were a
CHAPTER One Hundred and Thirteen. Mirabelle's POV. Three weeks had crawled by since Noah uttered those soul crushing words. In that time, he had dismantled every rumour that threatened to engulf me and my company. His efforts were meticulous, restless and deeply telling of the man that he was. He hadn't done it for me, well not directly at least. He claimed he did it for our children, for their legacy, but deep down I knew he still cared, even if he wouldn't admit it. I'd stayed up one night, staring at my ceiling wondering how I could ever deserve a man like him. Noah had personally met with the key stakeholders, pulled strings with media outlets and confronted Ken head-on. Whatever happened during their confrontation remained a mystery, but I knew that Ken was detained by the police, and he was still in the cells because he sank my ship. Natasha on the other hand, had disappeared entirely. Since Noah left Shanghai she had gone MIA. No social media activity, no public appearance.
CHAPTER One Hundred and Fourteen. Noah's POV.The divorce papers lay untouched on my desk, their crisp white edges mocking me every time I looked at them. Three weeks had passed since I told Mira I would send them, and yet, here they were, unsigned, unwritten and unstarted. Everytime I picked up my phone to call my lawyer, my hand froze. The mere thought of not being with Mira crippled me. How could I even begin to draft the end of something that had defined my life for the past five years. How could I put it into words that I was willing to let her go, knowing fully well that I wasn't. The hurt she'd caused ran deep, cutting through me like a shard of broken glass. The image of her lips on Ken’s still plagued my mind, a fostering wound I couldn't heal. But everytime I tried to convince myself that I deserved better, that I should walk away, her face invaded my thoughts. Her laughter, her stubborness, the way she scrunched her nose when she was in deep thought- all of it was embed
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
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
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