Mirabelle's POV The news about Natasha being the one behind the rumors didn't leave my mind; even by the next morning, I was on my way to work, and that was all I could think about. I mean, it wasn't that deep; if she really wanted my husband, seeing as Noah wanted her too, the least they could do was have each other and leave me out of the picture. What was the need to ruin me along the way? That was what I didn't understand. “Mrs Sylvester, we are here already.” My driver announced, and I came out of my reverie; I didn't even realize that the car had come to a stop already. “Thank you, Raymond.” I thanked the chauffeur. Honestly, I didn't know the courage that brought me to work this morning; maybe part of the reason was that I already knew who was behind this, and I suddenly had that courage that I could pull through this without going under. “Are you sure about this, Mrs Sylvester? The paparazzi are everywhere and won't let you have an easy day.” Raymond shared his concerns
Mirabelle's POV. The moment I stepped into the boardroom, a deafening silence descended like a shroud, all eyes turned towards me, wide with surprise and just a tinge of fear. I could feel the tension crackling in the air as I stood at the head of the table, hands on my hips, my smile never faltering. “Good morning.” I said sweetly, my voice cutting through the silence like razor. “I trust everybody slept well, considering you're all here conspiring against me first thing in the morning.”No one responded immediately. Typical. “Well,” I pressed, my gaze sweeping across the room, “Am I to assume that cat got everyone's tongue, or is this just your pathetic attempt at playing dumb?”“Mrs Sylvester.” A portly man near the middle of the table began hesitantly. It was Mr Armstrong, the supposed head of the board and someone I had barely tolerated since the company began to grow. “This isn't what it looks like….”“Save it.” I interrupted sharply. Raising a hand to silence him. “I'm not
Mirabelle's POV. The afternoon sun streamed through the floor to ceiling windows of my office. Casting golden streaks across the polished oak desk. I sat stiffly in my chair, my fingers gripping the armrests as if they were the only things keeping me tethered from reality. My chest still heaved slightly from the confrontation with the board, the adrenaline refusing to subside. A knock on the door made me glance up. Susie peeked her head in, looking cautious. “Mrs Sylvester, there's a call for you. It's from someone named Morgan.” she said softly, her voice almost trembling. I straightened, the tension in my body coiling tighter. “Put him through.” I told her. She nodded and quickly retreated, I would have liked to ask why she has been acting weird since the boardroom but there were important matters to attend to right now. A second later, the phone on my desk buzzed, I reached for it, my heart pounding as I pressed the speaker button. “Mrs Sylvester, it's Morgan.” the investi
Mirabelle's POV. “He was the one that set the fire.” Morgan revealed. The room spun like a hundred times in a row. I gripped the edge of the desk, my nails digging into the wood. “No that doesn't make any sense at all, Samuel is loyal to Noah. He has always been loyal. He wouldn't–he couldn't–”“He didn't have a choice.” Morgan cut in, his voice heavy. “What do you mean he didn't have a choice? Was he forced?” It almost came out sarcastically as a tear rolled down my cheeks. “Natasha forced him, she held his wife and unborn child hostage. So it would make her record clear. He only did it to protect them.” Morgan said. “But he could have come to me or to Noah at that. We would have done something about it.” I said. “Yes he could have, but not when he had a wire tap on him, and Natasha could hear anything he was doing. She also had a bomb strapped to his wife, so it was his only chance.” Morgan explained. How many things did I know and how many things didn't I know. I thought I
Noah's POV. “What?” I exclaimed, leaning forward to my laptop in disbelief. The private investigator I hired some days ago, was here now, telling me a whole bunch of things that I didn't understand properly. His words hang in the air like a suffocating cloud, making it too hard to breathe. “Noah,” He says, his voice calm, but firm. “I've uncovered something's, but you're not going to like them.” I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles white. “Just tell me, stop beating around the bush.” I told him, because I needed to hear the whole information so I would know what to do about it. “And it's Mr Sylvester.” I added. I didn't like anybody that wasn't close to me calling me by name. Hence, the reason I had to assert the use of my father's name. That was more formal, and we were in a formal setting. “I'm sorry about that, Mr Sylvester. I'll take note of that from now on.” He said and I nodded. Urging him to continue. “Natasha Banks, your childhood friend was the
CHAPTER 108. Noah's POV. My heart stilled and the feeling inside me was burning. I didn't know how to describe the hurt I felt, looking at this picture. It felt like my whole world shattered just at the glance of one fucking picture. Just one fucking picture. This was so fuck up and damned tiring! Why did I keep getting hurt like this? The words from when I was young started echoing. “You can never be loved, your mother even left you, so who's a stranger to love you?” The words of my step mother seeped in slowly as everything started to look like a black out. I stared at the picture, Mira, my own Mira was in the picture, locking lips with Ken. My mortal enemy. Did she always have feelings for him? Has she always wanted to go back to him after all these years of love I had been showering her? We even have kids, she had kids for me and she told me she loved me so many fucking times. Was that all a lie? Did she just see me as a safe space for her and her childr
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
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