A Woman Worth Billions Dated The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

Alexander moved even closer and held her waist bringing his mouth directly close to her ear. “A chance to keep your dads company name provoke me and I’ll buy it for the cheap price that is currently worth” The company workers have been getting inquiries from their friends and family about Alexander's wife, asking if they know who she is. Since the news about him has spread like wildfire, everyone is dying to know who the lucky woman to marry the billionaire is. Here’s a corrected version with minimal changes: One of the workers was passing by, saw the scene, and took a picture, happy that she had cracked the code on who Alexander Steele's wife is, and quickly shared it online. Before Charlot

He would never risk 2 billion dollars for a small fry like herself. She bit her lips and said, "Mr. Ellis, you don't have to do this, I can resign." "I'm not worth 2 billion dollars." Tom looked at her cheerfully, "You are definitely worth that money." "You are Mr. Valentine's wife. Investing in you is definitely worth it. I could easily get back 2 billion with you on my side. If anything, 20 billion would still be a small sum to your husband." Eliza was taken aback.

What the fuck! "Two. My womb donor had casinos and fight clubs, both legal and illegal, and she has shares in banks that she, fortunately, signed under my name. They all belong to me now so…" she trailed off. Way to take the easy way, sister. She didn't even need to work. Money was coming in automatically. I always forget that Scarlette is a fucking rich girl. I'm the only broke ass here. ‘Well, not exactly,’

She is accurate which makes Abby nod her head. "You missed the most important part, Mrs. Mendez" she smiles, which made the woman furrow her brows in bafflement. "I am CEO Lucas Alexander Wright's wife. Now, if you have three hundred fifty billion dollars in your name, you have to pay me triple that amount" She sweetly smiled after seeing the woman's exacerbated perplexity. "According to the web, my husband is worth that amount. So, triple it and I will cater to you first. Let's see where your arrogance brings you" She charmingly added while the woman paled at the obvious fact. ****tbc****

(Andrew’s p.o.v) Today's the day I am to meet my brother, whom I haven't spoken to in almost three decades. I left my house early in the morning at about 8 am as I knew the journey to his house was a five hour drive. Since I had gotten the proof and documents linking my siblings to my company's recent financial crisis, I contemplated whether to tell my wife or not. I had made up my mind to not inform her as her knowing could upset her and cause her to pay them a surprise visit at their workplace or even in just any public space, and make a scene there embarrassing them in the process.

Then, slowly, she said, "Tell me everything." Five brothers. Twenty years. Ten billion dollars. And a woman with nothing left to lose—who had just become the most dangerous thing in New York City.

"She was never yours." Bob’s eyes lit up with sudden greed. "Oh, so you're the rich brother? Look, raising a kid isn't cheap. We want compensation. Five million. Cash." Mary nodded frantically. "Yeah! Five million or we tell the pack elders you're harboring a runaway!" Landon tilted his head, a dark, amused smirk playing on his lips. "Only five million? You're insulting her." He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing them both. "My sister is worth at least a hundred million in blood-debt alone. Tell me... how would you like to be paid? In gold... or in broken bones?"

, she slid a cheque, eyes motioning for Melissa to take it. Melissa dragged her cold feet slowly towards the cheque, vision blurry from the sweat. She grabbed the small slip, staring at the endless zeros with awe, "One hundred and fifty million dollars!!" Amelia tapped her manicured fingers against the dark, mahogany desk in a slow rhythm, her eyes lingering at the money dazzled Melissa with contempt. Seriously, did her brother really trust this cheap, materialistic sort of woman?. She lowered her gaze, remembering the reports from days back. She felt the need to facepalm in sheer embarrassment - her brother really did have such poor judgement in women.

Was she doing something shady? After hours of searching, I got tired and decided to stop by a nearby restaurant for a drink. I ordered something quick, but as soon as the waitress handed me my cup, something about her face made me pause. She looked… familiar. When she walked away, I glanced back at the picture I had been given for identification—and my eyes widened. The resemblance wasn’t just close—it was perfect. She was working? I stared at the picture again, then at her. There was no mistaking it. Mrs. Knight, the billionaire’s wife, was working as a waitress. My mind was spinning. Why would she be doing this? What reason could she possibly have?

The woman who had once offered a ridiculous sum to buy me for the night. "Ethan," she said, extending a hand, "let me introduce myself—I'm Mandy Moore." Moore? That name rang a bell. I frowned. "Grace Moore is my sister." I froze. The first-ever female billionaire, and this woman here was her sister? Mandy ignored my shock and handed me a document. "I'm here to apologize. That deal with Vivian earlier... I messed up. My sister already tore into me for it. This is my way of making it right.