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: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
Mirabelle's POV.I felt bubbles rumbling in my tummy as I excitedly walked down the long hallway of a famous hotel suite in New York, I stopped midway after noticing the countless doors along the way. A remembrance flashed across my head so I hurriedly took out my phone. I squinted my eyes at the screen, struggling to read through the text my husband, Ken Sylvester, had sent to me earlier this evening In my intoxicated state. {I am sorry for how I treated you earlier today, Mira. And I would love to make it up to you. I will be waiting for you in Lorenzo’s five-star hotel in suite 901.} Said the text. Earlier today, I went to the bar for the first time in many months just to drown myself in alcohol, aiming to take away the pain within me. Want to know why I went there? Well, my husband had threatened to file for a divorce, with the false accusation of me seeing another man outside our marriage, and he vowed that he would divorce me if I dared cheat on him again. I tried to mak
Mirabelle's POV **** I woke up some minutes ago with a banging headache, and all I could remember was leaving the bar after getting a text from Ken, who asked me to come over to Lorenzo's Hotel, but what I simply didn't understand was why the room was empty with no sign of him. Plus when I woke up, I saw myself naked under the sheets with a weird stinging feeling between my legs.It made me wonder if something happened between us last night while I was drunk. I pressed my palm against my forehead to reduce the aching pain then I headed in the direction of the dressing room in search of Ken."Ken, where are you?" I called out, but there was no sign of him there. "Ken?" I repeated, also checking the bathroom for him, but he wasn't there as well, which made me anxious. "Why isn't he anywhere in the room? He could've just woke me up or waited for me to be awake before leaving," I huffed while complaining, and my gaze darted to my purse on the dressing table.I walked up to it, took
Mirabelle's POV "If you are as innocent as you claim to be, and you didn't cheat on me, then what is this video about?" Ken asked and shoved the phone screen to my face, but my gaze dropped to my feet, knowing I had no evidence to prove that what happened last night wasn't done on purpose. “I can’t overlook the fact that you have hickeys all over your neck and only God knows elsewhere, Mirabelle. You’re a walking testament against yourself and our marriage so just pick up those damned papers and sign them this minute!” I fought back my tears as they tried to spill over. How could I have let such an act happen to me? Sniff, sniff, wiping my tears away as more and more of them trickled down my cheeks. "Don’t make me force you to sign those papers, Mirabelle Estella Davies!" Ken called my name in full, gnashing his teeth in irritation as he balled his fist. I immediately grabbed his hands as I shook my head. "I can’t sign it, Ken. This was never my fault. I don't know how it
Mirabelle's POV "K_ken," I trembled, feeling petrified as Ken began to crush my wrist with his fingers after stopping my actions midway. "What are you doing? It's hurting! Stop it!" I begged him but his strength on my small wrist grew stronger by the second, and then he threw me effortlessly to the ground. I fell hard on the tiles, whimpering sounds escaped my lips as I felt a pricking pain on my elbow. I turned my elbow and saw some blood seeping out of my skin along with stains on the clean tiled ground, a result of the hard fall as my elbow bled some more.Whipping my head in Ken's direction, I saw him wrap his arm around Mitchelle's waist and pull her, closing the gap between them. Mitchelle faked sobbing sounds as she rested her face on his chest like she was hurt even though I was not successful in hitting her.Ken's brown orbs turned to me, and I could see the fury burning in them as he raised his finger at me."You, Mirabelle Estella Davies, have no right whatsoever to
Noah's POV. Mirabelle quietly got into the backseat of my car after my driver had passed my orders down to her.She remained silent with a blank expression and lifeless eyes. A sharp pain shot through my chest, aware that the Mira seated next to me was nothing like the cheerful Mira I had known. She didn't even bother to know who called her and this is all because of that dickhead she called a husband! I was annoyed, very furious at that but I tried to be calm, steadying my emotions like I had always done, before speaking up. "You seem lost in thoughts... Don't you want to know why I called you here?" Her body stiffened, her brows creased into deep lines before she whipped her head towards my direction, and her jaw instantly dropped open. I chuckled at her cute reaction, knowing fully well that she was stunned to see a striking replica of Ken sitting next to her. The only difference that can be marked out between me and that asshole is that he has a pair of brown orbs then ever
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 i
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