After The Affair: Falling Into A Billionaire's Arms Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You don't seem okay to me, what's wrong?" I exhaled deeply and dragged my gaze to the floor. "I just found out that my fiancee is having an affair with her ex-husband," She gasped loudly. "Woah, that's brutal," "Yeah," I mumbled under my breath. "I'm really sorry about that, no one deserves to go through such horrible ordeal," she said. "Thanks," To my surprise, she grabbed the wine bottle from the waiter and started drinking directly from the bottle. "What's your name? I asked.

Richard didn’t let go of my hand as we began our descent into the only city big enough for whatever was about to happen between us. His thumb stroked my skin once more. “Ready?” he asked. I looked at our joined hands, then at his face—this man who was too old, too complicated, too everything. And yet. “Yes,” I said, my voice steady for the first time all day. “I’m ready.” The captain’s voice came over the speaker, telling us to prepare for descent. Below us, New York City appeared—a sprawl of glittering lights against the dark water. Richard didn’t let go of my hand as we began our descent into the only city big enough for whatever was about to happen between us.

Her will and strength to carry on with life despite having so many burdens to carry was amazing, which made him love her in secret. He wanted to be a perfect man for her, someone she could not refuse when the right time came, and so even if it broke his heart to be away from her, he did so. It was supposed to be an opportunity which would help him to become a better man for her, but when he found out she married a famous billionaire, his world was crushed in an instant. And now, he was seeing her in flesh; the beautiful Michelle Finley, who was now carrying another man’s last name... Still, it did not make his desire go away. He wanted to own her...

"No. If I will have you, it's going to be an affair. You and me." Andrius' words made Anya stilled. She was going to be the billionaire's secret affair. Why not?

That’s something. “I thought you forgot everything after our break-up,” I asked him, with a teasing smile. “Well, not everything.” He replied, and avoided eye contact. *** Ethan’s POV After a day well spent, we headed back to the hotel with a bottle of french wine and zero balance in one of my back accounts. Apparently, I’ve made a transfer of a huge deal of money without making a check of the money I had. The planned events like hitting the bar shattered down when we realized how broke we were.

He promised that someday, he would give her the grand, magnificent wedding she deserved—one where she'd receive the world's blessings and never regret their years together. But seven years into their marriage, as they went from startup to IPO, instead of the wedding he promised, she got his infidelity. Fine then. These divorce papers would be her gift to commemorate his affair. She opened her eyes, once beautiful and clear, now containing nothing but ice. She took out her phone, photographed the signed divorce agreement, and sent it to her mother-in-law, Hazel Gray. Three days ago, she had already negotiated terms with Hazel, armed with evidence of George's affair.

She closed her eyes momentarily and pinched herself, thinking she must be dreaming, but to her utter demise, when she opened her eyes again, it was still the same man, Dominic Russo! “What have I done?” She said, aghast. Her knees buckled as she fell down the floor, still looking at Dominic who was sleeping peacefully beside her. She wouldn’t be this afraid if he was just some popular guy she knows. But no! He’s more than that, he’s not only popular, but he’s also a billionaire, and the bad thing about this is that he’s already engaged! This is a mistake! Isabella immediately gathered the courage to stand up, getting her clothes and her purse that were on the floor. Her dress were slightly t

Wait what? I jumped out of bed when realization hit me, and just as I thought I was sleeping with a man. It was Aiden; it's not like he was crossing a line here because he is now my husband, but he should have slept in a different room. But who am I to complain? This is part of the arrangement, to live in his world as his devoted wife. I'd heard a lot about arranged marriages, but I never imagined that such an arrangement could have a lovely and affectionate side to it; I assumed it was all about papers and legal terms with no strings connected, but Aiden's agreement has a hole that may pull me in if I'm not cautious. Who would have thought of making an agreement to exhibit affection while r