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Coach kissed this Zai woman and turned to Vee who was pale after seeing me. "Vee you must be happy to see your wife... Lin let's go... I have a match to win..." Her what?? ... Her wife? She was fucken married!!!

Out of all the people in the damn world, she had to get tangled up with him. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I scrolled further. More pictures. More headlines. More fuel for the fire that was rapidly consuming my last shred of control. “Billionaire Angelo’s Wife Spotted Cozying Up to Rival in a Nightclub!” “Angelo’ s wife Getting Handsy with a New Man?” “Trouble in Paradise? Angelo’s Wife and His Biggest Competitor in an Intimate Dance!” My jaw locked so tightly it ached. My fingers curled tighter around my phone until—

, she playfully glared at me and I burst out laughing. “Yeah, yeah, as long as I get what I want”, I told her and she stood to leave the room. “Oh, your dad is out by the way. He told me to tell you to just call him if you need anything”, she told me and then proceeded to leave the room. I picked up my phone and decided to check the news to see if there was something new and almost dropped my phone in shock. “Hottest Billionaire’s Wife, Ava Daniel,, arrested alongside her boyfriend and partner in crime, Jason Johnson, for cyber bullying, blackmailing, abduction amongst other things”.

I didn’t fucking do anything to Christiana. Hold on, did she die already? Haha! “Bella!” he screamed again and my breath caught, my heart thudding against my ribs, not with fear, but with a dangerous cocktail of rage and anticipation. No matter the storm, no matter the venom, Bryan Adams could never resist the gravity of me, he is back for me, his lawfully wedded wife. I set the glass down with fingers that trembled despite my smirk. Quickly, I adjusted the robe around my shoulders, sweeping my hair back with an almost regal flick. The perfect tableau. The wounded wife. The queen awaiting her contrite king.

She answered, biting down her lip. The woman’s eyes lit up even further, “Oh really? I do too.” Then she paused, a short laughter leaving her mouth as she pointed to her stomach, “At least I used to before this happened, but it feels so good to finally meet a ‘Billy-Wife’ whose job isn’t a model, actress or luxury brand owner.” “Billy-wife?” Katelyn’s brown knitted in confusion. “Billionaire wife.” Mr Ericson answered for her, gazing down at his wife with unbridled affection, “That’s just what my wife calls them for short.”

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

I didn't want to dwell on the fact that my husband, whom I'd been married to for three years, hadn't told his friends about our marriage. "Hello, lady, you must be the maid, could you please tell me where the bathroom is?" And I thought I had seen it all until a nose-pierced lady who looked like a Barbie version of Billie Eilish walked up to me. I raised my middle finger and walked past her, using my eyes to scan the entire room, looking for my husband. "Hey," I felt a warm hand on my shoulders. "What is..." I turned to see the Barbie version of Billie Eilish standing with a pot-bellied man, and I froze. He was scary.

She says and instantly loops her arm around mine, pulling me away to the opposite direction Marina and I had come through. I can barely tell my left from my right, but Bella walks confidently like this is her turf. It seems like so too because some bouncers bow slightly in greeting to her. No wonder she feels like Sergio's wife. "So, Angie, tell me. How's married life?" She asks while we walk. I open my mouth to respond, but I don't, because somehow I've forgotten the question she just asked. So I say the first thing that comes to mind. "If a company measures... satisfaction then... they focus on..."

The dark brown hair swiftly caresses her face, getting attached to the slightly red skin because of sweat. Her exhausted eyes keep monitoring the food, which is releasing a flavorful aroma of seasoning. Today, she is going to meet her husband, a billionaire who has been away from her since the day she said, "I do!" Gwen Stacy is the obedient wife of a billionaire businessman who said goodbye before saying "I do," signing the marriage papers and getting no chance to look at his wife or let his wife see him.

"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, say something!" She'd completely crossed the line. Wilson's face darkened as he forced down his anger. "Raina, your mom and I can still see straight. We know very well who Rowan's fiancee is!" My parents nodded in agreement. "Elara is the fiancee Rowan chose," my dad said firmly.