Ex-Husband Mafia Billionaire's Regret

09:30, Before the Inauguration of the New Hotel Branch.

A humming sound came from a man who was straightening his bow tie. In front of the mirror, the man looked at his reflection. Full of admiration.

Who is the greatest person in his family? The thought flashed through the man's head. A smirk curved his face just like that. Of course it's me.

In the Marhabawa family, Arya Denian Marhabawa is the holder of the family's core company. In the four years that the company has been managed, this year, two branches of the hotel building have been built. Now is the inauguration of the third hotel.

The assets of the Arya family company have increased dramatically under Arya's management. Anyone recognizes Arya as a celebrity businessman whose knowledge is not messing around. Even tonight, there were several media parties both print and online media who came.

Just to cover the inauguration of the new hotel under the Marha Group Company.

"No one will ever match me," Arya muttered with a smile full of pride to herself.

Arya cleared her throat after tying her bow tie neatly. Then she paused to look at herself, not satisfied with feeling so great about herself.

Who else could have managed the company to this extent if not Arya?

Ting triiingg...

Arya's cell phone rang. Her gaze turned downward, precisely towards the cell phone. Looking at the phone screen, it showed the name 'Ghena, Wife'. For some reason Arya suddenly felt very lazy.

Sighing in exasperation, Arya pretended to draw a smile. Flexing her lip muscles. Arya took the cell phone, swiped the green phone icon, and put it to her ear.

"Hello, darling?" Arya greeted in a warm tone.

"Hello, Darling. It's about to start, right? Are you ready?"

Arya mumbled for three seconds, then replied, "Yes, it will start soon. I'm ready, really. How are you doing there?"

"It's going well, Mas. I hope the inauguration goes well."

"Hhmmm, thank you for your prayers, dear. Alright, I want to continue getting ready first, okay?" Arya was in a hurry to end the phone conversation with his wife.

Luckily, Ghena knew that Arya couldn't be bothered. As a result, Ghena agreed to Arya who wanted to continue getting ready. She felt no suspicion at all about Arya being lazy to talk to her.

After putting down the phone, Arya exhaled. Her eyes looked irritably at the screen that displayed the recent call history.

It was lazy to remember her second wife. Yes, after divorcing his old wife-who couldn't do anything at all and was shabby and ugly, he married Ghena.

Ghena was the daughter of a conglomerate family. Ghena's family had also contributed a considerable amount of money to Arya's company. Because of this debt of gratitude, Arya had to marry Ghena.

Now look at how fast his family's company is progressing. Arya didn't love Ghena, he only loved her money.

"I'm really uncomfortable always being contacted like that," Arya grumbled, snorting irritably at her cell phone.

Finished from looking at herself, Arya then snatched the cell phone and stepped away. Out of the bathroom of this president suite type hotel.

Arya's goal was to wear her black suit that had been prepared. But her steps stopped when she heard a knock on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Arya raised both eyebrows in astonishment, turning to the source of the sound. She wondered who might have come.

Not wanting to be trapped by curiosity, Arya locked up her intention to wear a suit. She quickly turned her steps towards the door. Arya still hadn't frowned.

"Who, anyway, came and disturbed..." Arya's sentence was suddenly stopped when her pair of eyes saw who came.

Arya was stunned for a few moments looking at the woman in front of her now. Dressed in a tight-fitting suit of chili red color that seemed to glow. Long wavy hair left loose. Make up that was so thick.

Apart from the appearance and make up, Arya was surprised to see this figure. The figure that had disappeared for almost five years, and now came back again.

"Hello, My Beloved, Arya," greeted the woman who deliberately made a mischievous tone sigh. The sharp glance in her eyes made Arya gulp.

"H-hello..." Arya felt a lump in her throat. "...Dina? You... how did you come here?"

Arya would never have guessed that the woman who came before her was Dian, not Dina - her dead unofficial ex-wife.

Glancing to the right and left, the woman with the name Dian then smiled. As if she had a plan.

"Since there is no one around, can I enter your room?" Dina raised both eyebrows with a friendly smile. "Didn't you hire a 'woman' to accompany you?"

"I-yes, but..."

Damn. Arya's breath actually caught as her gaze focused on Dian's long legs. So smooth, neat, and... seductive.

Aish! Why did Dian change drastically like this?! Arya mentally screamed.

Dian, who secretly played as his ex-wife who had been dumped five years ago, couldn't wait. Then without a signal, Dian immediately pushed Arya's field chest. Into the hotel room.

Arya, who was unprepared, almost fell down, but was immediately able to hold back by deliberately landing against the wall. She was still unable to react due to the shock. Arya really couldn't believe it.

How did Dian, who was dirty, ugly, and only smelled of kitchen, become like this?

Brak.

The door was closed tightly and automatically locked. Dian turned around and smiled seductively. Her steps moved toward Arya, slowly, as her hips swayed.

"Darling..." Dian called out in a soft voice. "Didn't you miss me? I really..." After arriving in front of Arya, Dina touched Arya's broad chest with her delicate fingers. She rubbed Arya's chest sensually. "... missed you. I missed you so much."

Now the distance between Arya and Dian was only an inch. Arya almost held her breath when she saw Dian's face in front of her. Dian's eyes were fixed on something as her index finger moved to hold the corner of Arya's lips.

"Dina... what do you want?" asked Arya, who tried not to be tempted by Dian.

Dian moved her thumb over Arya's lower lip. Her movements were very slow, occasionally glancing at Arya who seemed to have stiffened in place.

"We haven't seen each other for a while, and I miss you so much. Don't you want to give me a present?" asked Dian, leering sensually.

Arya began to look nervous. She really couldn't move, nor did she know how to respond. But the inside of her body seemed not to reject the touches of Dian's fingers.

One touch moved to the jaw, Dian stroked the thin hairs there. Arya felt a swish creeping along with her heart pumping fast. Her blood flow caused goose bumps.

"Gift... what?"

Dian's hands moved downward, back to Arya's bare chest. She unbuttoned Arya's shirt one by one from the top. Every now and then, her hands alternately rubbed Arya's chest from outside the shirt.

Her movements immediately made Arya glare.

"What do you want, Dian?" Arya held her breath.

Dian grinned. "Collecting our meeting gift from you," she said casually. "There's still two and a half hours left, right?"

Three buttons on her shirt already. Arya gulped.

"But I have to meet a client."

Dian's hand movements stopped for a moment, glancing at Arya. She deliberately stood on tiptoe and whispered, "Cancel the meeting and enjoy your time with me."

Arya was still unmoved, while Dian continued to unbutton his shirt. For some reason at that moment there was a strong urge. Squeezing Arya's chest, also...

Woke up something that had been limp.

Without further ado, Arya dismissed both of Dian's hands. She grabbed Dian's waist to get closer until the rubbery object pressed against her chest. Arya turned her body and changed her position to support Dian.

Dian's back was now pressed against the wall. Dian smiled contentedly at Arya's dim eyes and ragged breathing. Their noses were touching so she could hear Arya's breathing.

"Don't regret this, Dian," Arya whispered in her husky voice.

Then a second later Arya was already cupping Dian's face. Arya's lips landed on Dian's lips. At first she moved slowly, enjoying how soft Dian's lips were.

Dian closed her eyes and returned Arya's lick. Dian deliberately provoked Arya with her fingers that dug into the shirt, rubbing the fine hairs on the chest.

Slowly Arya's licks became wild as her breath rushed. Dian did not resist, opening her mouth to welcome Arya's tongue play. Both of Dian's hands moved to circle Arya's nape.

Their passion broke out in just a second. Arya's licks became impatient. Arya then guided Dian's legs around her waist, then carried Dian.

The sound of tasting fills the hotel room as Dian moans in pleasure. Their tongues rubbed against each other. Arya was out of control as her passion flared up while hearing Dian's moans of pleasure.

In his mind, he only wanted to enjoy the body of this woman who had been expelled but not yet officially divorced.

Unbeknownst to Arya, Dian was secretly satisfied. Her plan had worked.