Novel & Cerita Billionaire Ceo Runaway Wife

Adrian laughed once. There was nothing funny about it. "You're telling me my ex-wife became a billionaire and nobody thought I should know?" "You haven't spoken in almost three years." "That's not the point." "No," Daniel said quietly. "It isn't." Adrian looked back at the television. A graphic appeared. FROM DIVORCED ENTREPRENEUR TO BILLIONAIRE INVESTOR Under it was a timeline. 2023: Reclaimed Laurent Capital. 2024: First technology fund.

"No, we'll leave together. I don't want the sleazy tabloids capturing shit about our marriage." At that, she chuckled humorlessly, unbothered by his anger. "You've done a good job painting the reality of what it is to the media already. I won't be made a clown a second time." Then she reached for her phone and ordered a cab in front of the nanny and the Stark family chauffeur who had come in a limo to pick them up. What the fuck was she trying to pull? What new scheme could she be cooking? Alessandro knew he couldn't make a scene there and swallowed his rage, watching as a small cab drove in and the new wife of the richest billionaire in America according to Forbes, entered with their baby.

Owned me. “Asshole,” I muttered, pulling the sheet up over my naked body as the bathroom door clicked shut behind him. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my chest still heaving, trying to piece together how my life had become this. A year ago, I was just Serena Vale. An event planner scraping by in New York, fighting to keep my younger brother Lucas alive. Now I was Mrs Caspian Laurent. Wife to the ruthless billionaire CEO of Laurent International. Trapped in a marriage built on lies, scandal, and control.

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

A second later, the call ended. I dressed up and went to meet the lawyer. We talked through the divorce process, and he told me it'd take about two days to prepare the paperwork. I thanked him again for keeping everything discreet. Because if Matthew found out before I was ready...I didn't even want to think about what he'd do. But there was still one massive problem. Money. Funny, isn't it? I was married to a fucking billionaire... And my personal savings didn't even add up to five thousand dollars.

Mia asked. "Come on, Mia. We were coursemates." Cara laughed softly. "I remember that little apartment of yours and you running to work after classes. Honestly, seeing you here is surprising." Mia remained silent. "Don't misunderstand me," Cara continued. "I'm actually impressed. This summit isn't for ordinary people. The guest list alone is terrifying." This place is filled with people who move markets." Her eyes swept across the room. "My husband and I practically live on airplanes now. We have penthouses and villas in different countries , and a house on the coast that we barely even use.

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

“Come on, spill the tea. I know something is wrong with you. Did you get disappointed at the size of his dick? He couldn’t satisfy you?” Oh, I wish. “We didn’t have sex,” I mutter lowly. “What do you mean by you didn’t have sex?” She replies, shocked. I explain everything to Catherine, and she goes spiral. “That bastard! I’m going to fucking castrate him! How dare he say you’re after his money? You could’ve dated all those boys at the college! Hell, even if you had dated Mark, he’d have treated you better. But you wanted him to be your first, and now he’s saying he has another woman? Who on earth does he think he is? Why didn’t he tell his grandpa that he has another woman? He made you belie

“You’re going to do great, and Elena Matthews is going to be so lucky to have you in charge of her wardrobe. In fact, if she has even one single complaint about your work, then she’s an idiot and deserves to be hit on the head.” She shakes her head, laughing. “Stop saying things like that, silly. If her husband finds out you called his wife an idiot, he won’t be too happy. You know they’re the most romantic couple ever, right? It’s all anyone talks about in the tabloids. He actually bought a whole town and built a resort just to keep his wife away from all the craziness that comes with the spotlight. Do you have any idea how sweet that is? It’s not every day a billionaire turns into a romant

He said coldly: "My wife graduated from the most prestigious university in the United States. Her time at the school continuously received scholarships with excellent achievements. My wife also won many awards there, bringing great resonance to the fashion industry. She is the youngest and most famous designer in this company, the number of contracts brought to the company recently is not a few. In addition, my wife is not "the one". that kind of thing,” she has a name, her name is Jennifer Martinez, from this perspective, all of the people present here are not qualified to carry her slippers.”