Billionaire Ceo's Runaway Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

When the woman’s husband spoke, the woman smiled triumphantly. “Don’t embarrass yourself, dear. Weigh your wallet and see if it can compare to ours,” the woman mocked. At this moment, the man wearing the gold necklace walked toward his wife. Corinne was livid. She could see that the woman in front of them wasn’t from any well-known family either. She rolled her eyes. How could the weight of her money compare to theirs? She was Corinne Velasco! “If you want to have such power, get some real money, dear. I know you’re just a burden to your family. A freeloader!” the man teased.

Although what he did last night almost changed my decision about him. Another event will take place tonight. I better go home and think about everything. I was pretty sure Eros would want me to work for him. Only if I insist that I am planning to do so. There is no way I’ll become a housewife. My phone beeped again and I frowned at the headlines. It was about me. Goodness! I can never walk freely in public again. Billionaire’s wife Billionaire CEO got engaged to a pauper Billionaire CEO this and that!

"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.

Rain felt like it was time for her to go back but surely, she wasn't going to miss out on spending the last days on this island. Meanwhile, back at the white house, Mrs Johnson was on her husbands neck "my grandson has never been out for such a long time...i mean just look at how he randomly left with that woman. He needs to end that marriage and find a woman who will give us grandchildren. You better talk to your grandson. I need my great grand children at all cost" Mr Johnson had no words for his wife. He didn't know weather to laugh or cry. Gabriel who was known to all as a cold young master was the most caring and loving husband any woman could ever ask for.

Noah said, voicing out his worries. I paused, narrowing my eyes at him. "You're not a celebrity, are you?" Please say no, or my life will be the garbage of molded peanuts. "Noah Hudson. A 27-year-old billionaire chef of Bulgario Five star Hotels and Resorts. Find out more about his lifestyle-" Hailey increased the volume of the YouTube Video. My eyes widened more than before as I slowly disgested on how my life was not about just getting stuck with some strange handsome man but with a billionaire who's famous all around the world.

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.

The whole drive through she was listening to music and wondering how the company was, if the people were nice, and what kind of boss she would have. All she knew about the company was that it was a new, successful, up-and-coming one owned by a young business tycoon whose identity was not disclosed to avoid unnecessary attention, though in her heart she knew it wasn't Seb, all the companies he owned were in his family's name or his.

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

"NO! That only happened once. It was a mistake! Didn't you marry me for money and the fancy life? You got shares in Moretti Corporation. You had everything you could only dream of before. Now you're my wife - the woman married to the richest CEO in the country. You have everything other people can only wish for. So stop acting like a child and listen to me. Come back tomorrow." A small smile came to my lips as I laughed and cried at the same time. "Wife of the richest CEO? My life was worse than someone living on the streets.