The Secret Billionairess Ex Husband Plea

The hall was large and spacious enough to accommodate over fifty people and still had enough space to move around. Everyone was in a jolly mood that particular evening, dancing, drinking and chatting sophisticatedly.

Naomi Mitchell was at wit's end watching the man she called her husband flirting shamelessly and touching openly, another woman he had chosen not to forget in his life. Grace.

Grace was his first love and after her relationship failed, she returned to steal Naomi's husband, Justin Miller, who seemed to be effortlessly working.

Justin finally left Grace and Grace approached Naomi with a proud smile, knowing well that her plan was working without flaw. "Let's talk." She went to Naomi and strutted into the kitchen.

Naomi heaved a gentle sigh to calm herself before dropping her glass and following after Grace.

She crossed her arms as she rested her hip against the counter. "What?"

"Nothing, you just couldn't seem to get your eyes off me, so I thought you had something to say to me." Grace said with a smirk.

Naomi scoffed. "You must be joking, why won't you back off my husband?"

Grace chuckled. "Oh, so that's why you have been staring at us. "Jealousy much?" She crossed her arms below her breast with a grin as she asked.

"He chose me and that's why we are married. "Why don't you just give up and stop trying to ruin my marriage?"

Grace chuckled. "Oh really? "You really think that he chose you because he wanted to?" Why don't I show you that I'm the one he'll always love?" She said as she started towards the array of knives.

"What do you think you are doing?" Naomi took a hesitant step backward as fear gripped her by the throat.

Grace trailed her finger across the knives and picked up one. "Sharp." She said with a devilish smirk.

"Stop it!" Whatever it is you are thinking, don't do it!" Naomi tried to reason with Grace, but the girl was too crazy.

"Then stop me!" Tell me that you'll give up Justin because he belongs with me! Grace yelled out with eyes glaring with hatred.

"Justin chose me! "I'm the one he loves!" For some reason, Naomi felt like she was saying it to convince herself and not Grace.

"Wrong choice of words." Grace pierced her own skin with the sharp end of the knife and immediately, blood poured down from her stomach and dropped to the ground.

She was covered in her own blood, and she stumbled towards Naomi and pressed the bloody knife into her palm.

Naomi was horrified as blood stained her hand and her white dress.

"Ah! Somebody help me!" Grace stumbled towards the door and collapsed to the ground.

Almost immediately, Justin hurried towards her and picked her into his arms. His eyes flickered with anger as he looked up at his wife. "You did this, didn't you?"

Naomi was too terrified to speak. The blood-stained knife had fallen to the ground in front of her and fear caused her to freeze to the ground.

"She... she stabbed me..." Grace murmured as she clung closely to Justin.

"I..." Naomi swallowed hard. "I didn't do it." She gasped.

"Somebody call 911!" he yelled out as he hugged her closer to himself. "What possessed you to do something so out of control?" His eyes burnt with hatred as he glared at her.

She had thought a man she was married to for three years would trust her words over any others, but she was wrong. She hated that she knew it.

All eyes were on her now as she stood dumbfounded in the kitchen. It was only then that she was able to recollect her thoughts.

Grace never meant to have a word with her. That was the sly woman's plan from the very moment she lured her into the kitchen.

How crazy could a woman get to stab herself just for show?

"I really didn't–"

"Shut your trap! "Why didn't I see this coming?" He murmured to himself as he picked Grace off the ground and hurried out of the hall.

Naomi just stood there, terrified.

After gathering herself, she left for her bedroom to change into something with no blood stains. A while later, she heard a knock on her door and she jumped to her feet to open it.

Standing by the door was a tall, buff man with cold black eyes. His name was Gregg. "Mr Miller requests your presence."

Naomi swallowed hard at the thought of confronting her husband's father. Mr George Miller was just as hard-headed as his son. They shared the same cold icy blue eyes and perfect bodily features.

But there was no escaping her sentence. She puffed her chest and followed Gregg down the hallway and, after a deep breath, waltzed into Mr Miller's study.

It all happened so fast, yet she managed to dodge it by a hair. Mr Miller's phone went flying directly at her face as she walked in, and a horrified gasp left her mouth.

The man hadn't noticed her walk in and didn't intentionally aim for her, but he was not sorry about it. "Great, you're here. How do you plan on handling the mess you have created? "The press won't stop bothering me!" he growled.

She yelped in his voice. "I– I'm sorry, but I didn't do it! I really didn't–" A hard-covered book hit her directly in the face, causing her nose to bleed as she cried out in pain.

"You worthless b*tch!" I knew you had nothing but bad luck ever since you joined my family. "Now look what you've done!" He spat out at her. "I ought to kill you by myself!" He growled as he hurled everything his hands could reach at her.

As unbearable as the pain was for Naomi, she dared not move away. All she could do was stand there in tears and endure the pain.

When there was nothing within his reach anymore, Mr Miller finally gave it a rest. His face scrunched into an ugly frown. "You had better not cause any more trouble for my family or else... I'll really kill you then."

With a nudge of his head, George ordered Gregg to take her out and the obedient assistant nodded his head.

Roughly, he gripped Naomi by the forearm and forced her out of the office, ignoring her whimpers from the pain he was causing her.

Tossing her to the ground, he grunted disgustedly after taking one look at her and walked away shaking his head.

Naomi picked herself up after a second, trying to stop the tears that pricked at her eyes. She dashed down the hall, racing for her matrimonial bedroom and itslammed the door once she was in its comfort.

With her back pressed to the door, she fell to the ground with tears pouring down her face. The pain from every item that hit her was finally kicking in and aches everywhere.

She rose from the ground and walked towards her floor-length mirror. Fresh blood sipped out from the cut on her forehead and her face was bruised in different spots.

How could they not even want to hear her own words? Believing an ex-girlfriend over a wife.

She was very sure more of those bruises would be on her body. She could feel them aching and the grip from Gregg still hurt badly.

After a minute of weeping, she decided to change into something more comfortable this time, not trying to look pretty or presentable to anyone. Just a pair of free grey-colored pants and top.

Sitting on her bed, she waited for her husband to return from the hospital so she could explain to him better. Hopefully, he will believe her.

Almost as if he had waited for her to finish thinking, the door pushed open and Justin walked in and went straight to the large drawer at a corner of the room. Almost as if he hadn't noticed her.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed her nerves before approaching him. "Justin, won't you even ask me what really happened?"

Justin seemed to stop his search for whatever it was he was looking for. He paused and turned around to face her. "What really happened?" His brow arched as he asked.

"Yes." She responded.

He let out a soft laugh. "What really happened?!" His voice was loud as he spoke. No, I don't need to ask, because I saw what really happened! We all did! Now Grace is still unconscious, and my phone has been blowing up with damn calls from the press! You just had to show the world the little demon that lived in you, huh...

"What? You believe her? She did that to herself to frame me! "And you should believe me because I am your wife! "You chose me over her three years ago because you... "You love me." Tears trailed down her face as she spoke. Her heart ached so much because all she wanted was for him to believe her.

"Love? No, I don't love you. You made a mistake. I made a mistake I knew I would regret and now... Here I am."

"What...?" The question was stuck in her throat as she stared unbelievably at him.

He pushed past her side and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind himself.

Naomi felt suffocated. The room was suddenly a place too small for her to be. She couldn't bring herself to sobber, her heart drowned. All along, she knew.

She picked up her phone and dialed out a number with fidgeting fingers. "Hello, please come pick me up. "I want to get out of here." She sobbed into the phone.

Moments later, an X5 BMW was parked outside the house and a beautiful blondie came down from it. Her name was Lilly Perez, and she was closer than a sister to Naomi.

Naomi was seated outside the house when Lilly arrived, and she ran to her for a hug. Falling apart as she cried.

"It's okay love, I'm here for you now," Lilly said in an attempt to comfort her friend.

"You were right, he never loved me." "I'm going to get a divorce and end things finally." Naomi sobbed loudly as she explained.

"Then you should be happy!" "Let's go get your stuff!" Lilly dragged her best friend back into the building and helped her pack her things before they finally left for her place.

After a while, Naomi was calm and though she wasn't hungry, her best friend had forced her to eat something light.

"Look at all of these bruises." We'll go somewhere together tomorrow and take care of all of them. "You'll be better in no time, okay?" Lilly assured and Naomi nodded.

"You're the best, Lilly."

Lily smiled and hugged her friend. "Let's get some sleep now, big day tomorrow girl!"

*

Justin heaved a heavy sigh. Everything was just too much for him to digest so easily. His phone was about to blow up with several calls from the press. All of which he ignored.

His eyes traveled to the clock hanging on the wall, and he noticed it was half past midnight, yet no sign of his wife.

"Didn't she know better than to lock herself in the room acting angry after the mess she caused?" "That woman really is something else." "Not the woman I married, I'm sure." He muttered to himself.

He signaled for one of the passing housemaids and she hurried over. "Where is my wife?" Didn't anyone tell her that I was back? "Go up to her room and call her right now!" He ordered angrily.

The maid still remained in the same spot though nervousness played on her face like a perfect performance on a stage.

Justin -- thankfully-- wasn't slow enough to miss the signals. "What is it?" "Tell me, did something happen?" A look of seriousness played on his face as he asked.

"Uhm... Sir... She uh... Earlier, Madam's friend, Ms Perez, came over and helped Madam pack her things out of the house. She dropped this off and said "we gave it to you, but you were--"

Justin snatched a white paper from her hand and discarded her. She left after a bow and only then did he open the paper that seemed to be a note.

"You don't have to worry about your mistake anymore," the note read.

His forehead creased as a stern expression sat on his face. He called Gregg, who appeared almost instantly. "Find out where my wife went, she cannot leave like that."

Gregg gave a slight nod. "Yes Sir."

Naomi sat up in bed with a tired yawn. She had barely gotten any sleep last night from the way her head kept banging, and her tears refused to stop.

Lilly was there for her even though she momentarily fell asleep.

By the time she was up, breakfast had been prepared by her friend and she lazily climbed out of the huge bed.

She freshened up and put on a green cropped top and deep blue jeans. Her lengthy brunette hair was let loose over her shoulders and she decided on black wedge heels to complete her look.

"Oh look at you! "That is my best friend right there!" Lilly praised her as she walked into the living room.

"You think I look good?" Naomi asked her friend. Her beautiful face was lightly detailed with makeup.

"Of course you do! "That bastard won't even know what hit him!" Lilly continued.

Naomi nodded her head and sat down for breakfast. She always trusted her friend's judgment on fashion, since Lilly was always beautifully dressed, even without trying.

She had decided to visit Justin that day after getting the divorce papers ready, and she wanted to look her best to boost her self-esteem.

After a cup of fresh apple juice and some waffles, Naomi was ready to go. She picked up her handbag and left the house.

Lilly had insisted she take her car since Naomi's husband hadn't found it essential to buy a car for his own wife.

"You are too good to me," Naomi said with a smile before driving away.

Arriving at her husband's company, she confidently strutted into his office without even waiting for his secretary to inform him.

Justin sprung to his feet when he saw her. For some reason, he felt a little nervous. He had never seen his wife so confident before. He could see it in her steps, her unwavering gaze, the swaying of her hips. She suddenly seemed more attractive.

He cleared his throat, chasing such thoughts out of his head. "Look who decided to show up after running away from home," he said as he crossed his arms.

She smirked, then placed a brown envelope on his table without uttering a word.

"What is this?" he asked as he picked it up. Taking out its contents, he let his eyes soak in the words, even though he couldn't believe what he was reading.

She had tendered divorce papers which were already signed by her! To make things worse, she requested nothing from him, not even alimony!

"A divorce paper?" His brow arched skyward.

"Tomorrow at ten, let's end this finally and part ways. "No more mistakes." Her voice was stern as she spoke.

"Have you thought this through?" He questioned unbelievably.

"Trust me, three years is more than enough to think this through." "See you tomorrow." "Oh and, a red tie would have looked better." She said, pointing at his necktie.

With that, she turned and walked away, keeping a confident posture and a grin on her face.

Justin slammed the papers angrily against his desk. While they were still together, she was the one who always picked out his clothes and what would match them. He had found it hard to decide on a tie that morning, and he hated that she had to see it.

He angrily pulled out his tie and threw it away.

Walking out of the building of Justin's company, Naomi was all smiles. She thought she would tear up or at least be fidgeting in his presence, but for some reason, she had felt overfilled with confidence.

For three years straight, she had fought for the heart of a man who never wanted to give it to her in the first place.

He had never loved her. How did she not see it? She was only there to shut the media up, she was sure. So nobody would gossip about the eldest Miller heir being single.

All she wanted was his heart, and she deceived herself that he had chosen her out of love even though she knew that it was because his true lover, Grace, was out of reach then.

Now that they had blackmailed her like this, the only wise thing to do was to leave, and she wouldn't think twice about it.

She reached for the handle of the door of the car, but her phone suddenly began to ring in her hand.

After opening the door, she sat in the driver's seat and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Can I speak with Naomi Mitchell?" the person asked.

"This is her. How may I help you?"

"Mr Mitchell ordered me to let you know that J International needs a head, and he wants you to lead it. He is pleased with your breakup with Miller's first son."

Naomi was left speechless. Her father? How did he know about her divorce when she had only tendered it a while ago?

On arriving home, she explained everything to Lilly, including her father's offer.

"Will you take it?" Lilly asked.

"I'll talk to him later. "How do you think he knew about my divorce?" A confused look played on her face as she asked.

"Apparently, someone from the court saw the famous Miller's wife signing divorce papers and spreading the news. "News travels quickly on the Internet," Lilly responded.

Suddenly, a sad look played on Naomi's face. "Did you see what all those people were saying about me? I didn't stab her for real!"

"Of course, I know that. I know you! Don't read those hateful comments, the Internet is really shitty these days. "We'll clear your name somehow," Lilly assured with a smile.

Naomi sighed.

"Enough of this!" Lilly exclaimed. "The day is still young, and I can hear the club calling our names! Let's go!"

Naomi let out a soft laugh. She got on her feet and started towards the door. As she reached for the handle, she heard the doorbell ring, and before she could stop herself, she had already pulled it open.

Her entire self froze at the entrance as her eyes met with a familiar set of blue

ones. "Scott?"

The handsome man's lips curved into a smile. "Hello Naomi, it's been too long."