A Woman Worth Billions Dated The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

She said. Hearing her accusations, his anger rose, as he recalled something and gritted his teeth, “Didn’t you cheat on me with my own brother? Don’t act like you are so high in your morals…” Her eyes widened, dumbfounded, she literally yelled, "For the n100th fu*king time, I’m telling you, I DID NOT CHEAT ON YOU!!!” Her face which was solemn earlier, as her eyes rims turned red with tears flowing down like the river streams. She was lost in her own memory lane.

under her breath. Laura Emerson is the only woman in their friend group. Each person is well over one hundred million dollars of net worth. Some of them thought having a woman in the group would distract them and lower their efficiency. Laura proved them wrong. She was the first billionaire among them and the richest one among them so far.

Immediately he heard her answered, he flings the door open, march to her desk, pick up the TV control and put it on. The heading news was just as he read from his phone. The cold-hearted billionaire has gone missing. Anna ended her phone call when she saw the news heading, she took a few stride to Khalifa and lean closer to him, her eyes glued to the screen on the wall. "Is there someone else known as the cold-hearted billionaire? Tell me he is not the one, no he can't be." Anna said. Khalifa put off the TV and spun around. "Sis, he's the one, he's the only businessman in the whole city L that's referred as cold-hearted."

He sent the money to her back an hour after she sent him a text message with the voice recording as evidence he also warned her not to interfere with his marriage or he would make life difficult for her. It is all this bitch's fault. Brother Bryan never treated her like that before he started treating her badly when this bitch came. "You…" Sherry eyed her like she was an idiot, "Besides, the 100 million dollars you gave me is like a drop of water in my husband's wealth, do you think I'm a fool and doesn't know which one to choose in endless wealth and wealth which would last me for a year" Flow clenched her fist tightly not caring about the pain, the 100 million dollars was all her savings s

"Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife." Ninety million dollars. The number echoed in my mind, a sense of hallelujah echoing in my head. It was more money than I could ever dream of earning. It was enough to pay for Sage's surgery, to give her a chance at life. My resolve crumbled. "Okay," I said, my voice barely a croak. "I'll do it." I wasn't thinking. I was crazy and I didn't even think about it. Ethan's face remained impassive. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver ring, a simple band with no form of diamonds or any of the fancy stones that people of his caliber wore. He took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger.

Without an idea of what was happening, the car started and she felt the engine rolling to her doom. After a short drive, the car stopped and the blindfold was removed. It didn't take her long to figure out it was a wedding ceremony. She was quickly dressed in a white dress, she wore it sorrowfully consoling herself she was doing it for the wellbeing of her family. Her brother had stolen from Sebastian's company and this was the only way to keep him safe.

she said. I frowned at her, but she waved her hand. “Let’s be honest here, your brother is thirty-six? Acts like a nerd.” She drank from her glass and winced at the drink she’d probably made too strong. “What would a woman like that want with him? Did you hear she is set to be one of the top twenty richest women?” Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was no doubt Axel’s voice, and the claps intensified. I checked my wristwatch impatiently.

Just… cold. I typed ‘William Security Solutions’ into my search bar. The result loaded. It was a multinational company. Legit. Then I clicked on the Wikipedia page for “William and Family.” My jaw dropped. Net worth: $6 billion. What? This wasn’t some shady basement gig. One photo stood out—William himself, flanked by two women. One I assumed was his wife. The other, his daughter. The daughter was brunette. I thought rich people only gave birth to blondes.

"Don't start with the 'legacy' speech again. It’s the twenty-first century, not the Middle Ages. I don't need a wife to sign a contract." "Then you don't need the chair," George shot back, his eyes narrowing. "Get serious with your life, Dominic. You have billions in the bank, but your personal life is a vacuum. Find a woman who matches your stature, or I’ll find one for you. Or perhaps I'll just leave the keys to Silas and watch him burn it all down for the insurance money." Dominic stood abruptly, the chair screeching against the hardwood floor. The heat in his chest wasn't just anger anymore, it was the lingering sting of the girl’s words from the coffee shop. If I wanted a rich man’s att

Within minutes, the viral hashtags shifted: #SheLikedHimToo, #OscarKnew, and #BrotherBetrayal. Public opinion didn't just sway; it pivoted completely. Because now, this wasn’t a story about a man chasing his brother’s fiancée. It was a story about a man who stepped back for years out of respect—only to realize his brother, well, half-brother, had stepped in knowing full well where her heart belonged. It was never Jason stealing me from Oscar, it was Oscar who went after me, knowing full well I was in love with Jason and Jason corresponded the feelings. It changed everything.