Mirabelle’s POV:Noah had promised to take me to the mall to shop for the clothes I'd wear to dinner and to also pick up gifts for his parents.But now, it's past 7, and he's still not home. When I called him earlier, he said he was stuck at work.I quickly texted him, asking him to grab some diffusers and scented candles on his way back—it seemed like the most thoughtful and sensible gift for an elderly person.After texting Noah, I went to the room where the kids had gathered. They had gotten back from school earlier, but I was a bit occupied with an online meeting so I couldn't play with them all day.Mika was the first to spot me and practically flew into my arms, a wide smile on her face, though I could already see the hint of disappointment when she saw me walk in instead of Noah.“Such a daddy’s girl,” I said to myself, holding my laughter But sometimes, I think she just needs a hug, no matter who gives it. Tyler wasn’t far behind, clinging to her side like he always did—my l
Mirabelle's POV:The next morning, Noah had already left for work. Since I’d come back, I hadn’t yet made it to my company. I finally had a chance today, and I was eager to see what my office looked like.When I arrived, I wasn’t exactly pleased with what I saw. So I pulled out my phone and called a couple of interior decorators, to make some adjustments.The day passed faster than I expected, and soon enough, night had fallen. I found myself in our room, struggling with the beautiful black dress Noah had gifted me, trying to zip it up. By the time I managed it, he had already gone downstairs, loaded the gifts into the car, and was waiting patiently for me in the sitting room.Taking one last look in the mirror, I felt a mix of excitement because the dress hugged me perfectly.I walked down the stairs, feeling my heart race as I saw Noah waiting below. He looked up as I descended, and the way his gaze softened and brightened. It made me feel beautiful.“Mummy, you look beautiful!” Ty
Mirabelle's POV:Kneeling before me, he asked. “You only do something this crazy when someone gets you really angry or sad. So tell me, what happened while I was away?” “N-nothing happened,” I replied, forcing out a smile.“You don't have to lie to me; just tell me what happened while I was away.” He insisted.How the hell do I tell him that I bailed out Ken from prison? What if he gets upset?I mean, he has always been supportive, but this was just insane.“What the hell happened? Why do you look so bothered?” He asked for the third time.I avoided his gaze, trying to force a smile. “I’m fine, Noah. Just... a lot on my mind.” He moved closer, searching my eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”I swallowed hard. How can I explain it? “It’s just... you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”“Try me.” He urged.I hesitated. “Actually, I was thinking about the contract with Ken.”His brow furrowed. “Is that what’s been bothering you? You’re ser
Mirabelle’s POV:“You’ve always been so proud of Noah, haven’t you, Michael?” Caitlyn said as she turned to Michael. “But I’m sure you must be ashamed of him now.”I glanced around the dining room before finally focusing on Noah. He had always been the reserved one—calm, skeptical, and composed. He spoke only when necessary, or when he sensed I was being insulted.I was usually the one throwing out harsh words, but tonight, Noah was on fire. It felt intriguing, though; perhaps he was simply fed up with Caitlyn and Ken's antics.“I must have made a good impact on him,” I thought, smiling widely as I sipped my champagne.Noah suddenly leaned forward. “It’s no wonder you feel such affection for Mitchelle, Caitlyn. Just like you, she managed to worm her way into someone else’s home. But unlike you, she wasn’t bold enough to have an illegitimate child with that man, as you did with my father.” He shot back.The impact of his words surprised everyone, including me. “Enough!” Michael yelled
Noah's POV:I didn’t want to leave Mirabelle alone with them, but I had no choice—I needed to hear what my father had to say.Besides, I have no reason to be concerned. I’ve known Mira for a long time, and one thing I've learned about her is that she never backs down when people treat her poorly. So she will definitely be able to handle them.I followed my father silently through the corridors until we reached his study. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.Taking a deep breath, I entered and shut the door behind me with a thud.“What do you want to talk about?” I asked.He took his time, walking over to the table at the center then he sat down. I took a seat across from him and repeated my question. “What do you want to talk about?”“Did you marry her because you love her, or was it just to spite your brother?” he asked, locking eyes with me.“I have nothing against Ken. Why would I take such a drastic step just to annoy him?” I replied, tilting my head to the side.“Then I g
Mirabelle's POV:As we pulled away from the house, the sound of the engine filled the car. Noah’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white. “Are you okay?” I asked. He had just told me everything that happened with his father a few minutes ago, but he had left out how it all made him feel.I could feel the anger emanating from him, as he spoke. “He says that I am just like him.” He said. I glanced over at him, trying to read his expression, but his eyes remained fixed on the road. He let out a deep sigh, shaking his head slightly. “He thinks I’m just like him. It’s so infuriating because I’ve spent my whole life trying to be nothing like him.” Noah has always been expressive, straightforward, and honest. But he was also the best at hiding his emotions, it makes it really hard for me to know what he wants at times. But right now, he had let himself lose and I liked to see this part of him.He glanced at me for a short while before his gaze returned
Ken's POV:As I sat on the edge of my bed, everything that happened at the family dinner replayed in my mind. I had insisted on a gathering to ensure that Noah and Mirabelle’s marriage would be put to an end and I could finally have her back. But they looked so happy.How could they be so happy when I was drowning in debt and regret?‘Mirabelle!’Just saying her name to myself sent shivers down my spine. She looked beautiful that night, though she would have looked even better by my side. I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her throughout dinner. As she smiled at Noah’s jokes, it made my heart ache. I had always known that she had a certain charm, but seeing her with him stirred a regret within me. We had shared so much, but I foolishly ruined it, and now, here I was, watching Noah enjoy her from the sidelines, feeling like a ghost.“Why can’t I just move on?” I muttered to myself. It wasn’t just that she was with my brother; it was the way she seemed to fit so perfectly in that lif
Ken's POV:As I sat on the edge of my bed, everything that happened at the family dinner replayed in my mind. I had insisted on a gathering to ensure that Noah and Mirabelle’s marriage would be put to an end and I could finally have her back. But they looked so happy.How could they be so happy when I was drowning in debt and regret?‘Mirabelle!’Just saying her name to myself sent shivers down my spine. She looked beautiful that night, though she would have looked even better by my side. I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her throughout dinner. As she smiled at Noah’s jokes, it made my heart ache. I had always known that she had a certain charm, but seeing her with him stirred a regret within me. We had shared so much, but I foolishly ruined it, and now, here I was, watching Noah enjoy her from the sidelines, feeling like a ghost.“Why can’t I just move on?” I muttered to myself. It wasn’t just that she was with my brother; it was the way she seemed to fit so perfectly in that lif
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