Billionaire Marries The Wrong Wife Novels & Stories

On the other side, Zain was enraged with so much anger "mother i am not marrying that bitch! She just wanted to bring a rift between me and Rain. I refuse to marry her! I will not" "Son, what has come over you? What is wrong with you? Come off it and wake up to the reality that you have made yourself" mrs williams advised her son "No mum, i will not marry such a woman. She threw herself at me knowing fully well that i was her sisters fiance and she even lied about her pregnancy just to get me to leave Rain. She only got to conceive later on. That bitch lied to me at the begining" Mrs williams sighed, "son, all that is not important at the moment, she is still expecting your child"

The man I loved was now the most hunted man in the world, and I was the woman who had helped him burn his empire to the ground. But as he looked at me, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. "He thinks he won because he took the money," Alaric whispered, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. "He forgot that I don't need a bank account to destroy him; all I need is my wife."

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, so only I heard, even with all that clicking. "Don't you dare hide my wife from them, Isabella." I looked up at him. My billionaire. My cold surgeon who was now my husband. He was not embarrassed. He was proud. Proud of my size 16 body in a cut wedding dress at City Hall. Lily giggled in his arm. "Mamma famous!" And I was. Mrs. Potts' phone was still buzzing. The T****k live may have ended, but the clip was already everywhere. Someone recorded it. Someone posted it with caption: "Billionaire Marries Chubby Nanny In Crop Top Wedding Dress — City Hall"

The headline was large and clean and designed to be clicked. *Zillionaire Bride: What Does Vivienne Donald Know About The Man She's Marrying Tomorrow?* I clicked it. The article loaded. The photograph of Charles in his suit in front of the building I recognised from every major financial publication I had ever read. His real name. His real wealth. The building behind him named and identified. And at the bottom of the article, presented as a source close to the couple, the pregnancy claim. I stood in the doorway of my kitchen with the room full of the people I loved most moving around me warm and real and completely unaware.

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

"AM innovations head Abhiman Malhotra.. means my husband who has been helping my mom in our business. Oh god! How come I didn't know about it yet? He is a billionaire and one of the richest men in Mumbai. Then why mom explained him as a village man? Why she kept this matter from me?.", I held my head in my hands as my body shuddered against the door terrified by the truth. "When he is a billionaire, handsome and have a lot of girls dying behind him. Then why did he want to stay in the marriage with me? He could have get any woman at his feet with a snap of a finger, but still he prefers to keep our forced childhood marriage instead of those billionaire girls who are mad all over him.", I clu

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

He kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer, "If all of these did not happen, we would've been so happy. I can't help but think about the future we had lost." "It is not lost, Gabriel. We will simply try to rebuild it from the ruins and hope that we are going to be alright. You have me and Jacob now, all we have to do is to marry and tada! We are together again, as long as you don't go behind my back and do some of your childish antics. I did not marry a spy or a stalker...I married a billionaire for fuck's sake!" His eyes widen and I couldn't help but laugh at his expression, " Language, Miss Greene. I believe that your mother will be disappointed to hear her daughter talk like a sail

“What do you do?” I held my hand up, and they fell silent. I almost giggled at the amount of power I had over the lot of them. I wondered if any of them had ever imagined what it might be like to marry Kristo themselves, to wed into this rich, successful family once and for all. I could see a couple of them looking at me with something close to envy, and I understood where it came from. Had I been in their position, I would have been envious too. But they didn’t know the dark side of it, the bleak side, the one that burned me up as I sat there surrounded by women who wanted to know my secrets while I kept the biggest one of all from the lot of them. “We met while he was on a business trip, a

After I freshen up, I would sort for something to eat. [BREAKING NEWS: The Hideous Crippled Billionaire's Wife is rumored to be barren and unable to provide an heir. Mr. James Wellson is in search of a good wife material in both kitchen and bed…] “What?” I held the handrail and stopped in my tracks, my jaw dropped in shock as I gradually turned to the television. Barren?! Have we had sex before? Why did he publish such news? Wait, what's going on? Another marriage? I rambled with words as I rushed up to where I had kept my bag and brought out my phone.