Mirabelle's POV.
Five Years Later. "Mummy, where is Daddy? I can't seem to see him anywhere." The little girl next to me complained while pouting her lips. Her green orbs scanned the crowded airport for her daddy. She's my second child out of the triplets and also daddy's girl amongst them. Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder why girls are so close to their dads. Maybe because Dad makes them feel secure...? "Be patient, Mika. Besides, we are not outside yet. Once we make it out, then I'm sure we will find Daddy," Mika's eldest brother, Skyler, reassured. Skyler was the most mature amongst them and didn't give me a headache the way the 'Daddy's girl' did. "Yayy! We are going to find Dad!" My third baby, my meatball Tyler, repeated Skyler's words over and over again, jumping around excitingly. "Daddy!!!" They all beamed out immediately. They set eyes on their handsome Dad standing beside his luxurious Mercedes as he patiently waited for us at the parking lot. My triplets ran into the welcoming arms of their Dad, hugging him tightly. "We missed you so much, Daddy," They confessed in sync, showering his face with kisses. My stern expression melted into a smile as I watched them share a heartfelt moment with Noah, their dad. "I missed my babies too! Hehe," Noah chuckled, playfully roughened our boy's raven hair, and then pecked his little princess on her cheek. "Mrs Mirabelle, I am so sorry for arriving late." My PA apologized once she got out of the cab, running up to me. I walked straight into the Mercedes as the driver put our luggage into the boot. "There was so much traffic on the way so I was unable to arrive early. I thought by getting here earlier, I would help you care for the kids..." "It's fine. It's not your job to handle the kids. Your job is to be my PA, so keep to that," I said to her from the window as she stood outside. "Yes, ma'am," Jamie bowed then suddenly sprung her head up like she remembered something important. "Ma'am, there's a company that wants to cooperate with us. I don't know if I should add the company to the list of companies we'd work with because according to my findings... The company is about going bankrupt and I don't think it would do us any good if we agree to work with them." "What company is that?" "It's the Davies Company," Jamie blurted out. Dang! Those rascals... I tried to remain calm, but my fingers curled into a hard fist on their own accord, till my knuckles turned white. Clenching my jaw, my worst memories flooded into my head like a movie, but I remained calm. I felt the urge for vengeance from the last five years swirling within me again, to make them know that they can't mess with The Davies Heiress and go scot-free. It never happened before, and it won't start now. I would take this as my perfect chance, opportunity, and timing to make them pay and regret ever messing with me! Those bastards were busy ruining my father's company after stealing it away from me and still had the guts to want to cooperate with me? Scoffs. Very ignorant fools. They could not even do simple research to know who they planned on cooperating with. "Add them up. Also, send them an attendance invitation card. I'd love to see them at the opening party." A cunning smile curled up my lip as I relaxed backward on the headrest of my chair. My PA can't help gazing at me like I was insane, and I won't deny it. I was insane, I've lost It over the years and learned how to be crafty, calculative, and strategic with the help of my husband. Now, I returned to New York to take back everything they took from me and make them suffer horribly if I must. Two Nights Later... Standing around me were my business partners and other wealthy men in the country who came to me a few minutes ago to congratulate me on the branch opening of the M.S. Group In New York. I aimed to stretch my company across different countries worldwide. I suggested my plans to Noah that we should build one here; even though I had a lot of bad memories in the country, he agreed to it without second thoughts. He trusted my decisions so much that it became contagious and made me hardly have doubts about the steps I would take, whether now or in the future. I didn't care how long it might take to grow this business in every part of the world, but I knew with the help and guidance of my husband, it would become a reality one day. Once they dispersed, leaving me standing alone, I casually sipped on my wine as my gaze darted to the entrance of the hall, expecting those bastards who almost ruined me If Noah hadn't stepped into my life five years ago. Not seeing them walk in, my gaze wandered around the crowded hall in search of them. Perhaps they might have walked in while I was still discussing with my business partners a moment ago. "Take a look at who we found! It's my unfaithful ex-wife who went around bedding her lovers while she was married to me five years ago!” A voice that I've never forgotten mocked me from behind.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
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 s
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 starin
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
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