Destroying My Ex Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
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“This time, it’s not about me; it’s about my daughter, our daughter, your daughter. Don’t you feel ashamed? Why does that bitch’s whelp get to be recognized when….” Thwack.

“I told you not to talk about my wife and daughter.”

I held my face in shock at the slap across the face. I can’t believe he’d just hit me. And then his words sunk in. “Your wife? I am your wife. Lacey is as much your daughter as Lily is.”

“Not necessarily; Lily was wanted and planned.”

“So what’re you saying?”

“I’m saying we both know how Lacey came to be. Look, let’s drop this before we say things that we ought not to, okay? Look at it this way: you’ve had a good life for twenty-five years off of one hole you poked in a condom. That’s more than a thousand percent return.”

“I can’t believe you’re saying this to me. I warned you...”

“I don’t care, don’t you get it? Our daughter is a joke, not just because of what happened today, but because of the life she lives, the life you encouraged her to live.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that she learned how to be a bitch from the best. A slut, a prostitute.” Now, it was my turn to smack him across the face. He grabbed my arm and twisted it painfully before dragging me over to the bed.

I fought him while he tore off my clothes and bit his shoulder before he pulled my hair and slapped me. I knew what was coming, and my panties got wet. You couldn’t do this with your precious Elizabeth; that’s why you fell into my clutches, you bastard.

He dragged me around the room until we got to the bed, where he sat and pulled me down over his knees. I felt the sting of his hand as it connected with my bare ass, and I cried out in pain and pleasure.

By the time he threw me face down on the mattress and drove his cock into me, my ass was red, and my pussy was on fire. At least we still have this, if nothing else. I can still control him with this, along with other things.

His vanilla bitch wife can’t blame me because she didn’t know how to keep her husband satisfied. If she’d let him fuck her up the ass, maybe he wouldn’t have come looking for me. If she’d been half the woman I am, she would still be together with him in their happy little home.

I let him do as he pleased since there’s really no stopping him when he gets like this, but my mind was miles away even as I came when he smacked my clit.

Because the thoughts in my head were just as much a turn-on as having my husband fuck me hard from behind. I know exactly how I’m going to get back at my in-laws and give my daughter what she wants and rightfully deserves in the process.

These bastards. They have all of this and still begrudge me and my daughter a little piece of the pie. I should’ve taken care of this a long time ago before my daughter became old enough to understand anything.

I never should’ve let them treat me the way they did. I should’ve made my husband confront them and accept us. We’ve been married longer than he’d been with his ex-wife, but they still cling to her like she’s the one he’s married to.

There’s no difference between her and me; we’re both women, and both gave them a grandchild. I should’ve had a boy; I bet they would’ve accepted me then, and she would’ve been out. I regret every day that my child was born a girl because I know that had I had a son, they would’ve kicked Lily and Elizabeth to the wayside a long time ago. But I’ve got a daughter the same as she does; I’m the one their son chose, and yet they can’t let go of the past.

It would’ve been different had their bond been one of financial necessity, but it’s not. The two families aren’t in any kind of business together; they just like her as a person, which pisses me off. All I ever did was love their son; what’s so wrong with that?

She got all the holidays and special anniversaries while I got arguments and was left at home alone with our child while he went wherever his parents bid him to. That used to hurt like an open wound before I learned that they still owned everything.

The house we live in was in their names; the business, although he’d been running it for years now, was in their name, everything. My husband makes a good living. He has his inheritance, which his family gave him when they disowned him sort of and told him it was the last thing they would do for him. So am I supposed to wait for them to die before I can live like they do?



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