Billionaire Marries The Wrong Wife Novels & Stories

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

His face was covered with shock. "When I saw the news about Allen Walker's marriage, I told my wife several times that you weren't the bride. But I've just been proven wrong. What exactly are you up to, young lady? You want to get married to a billionaire and then run away with my money?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, his eyes traveled down to my fingers and when he didn't see a ring, his face scrunched up in confusion. This was exactly what I was afraid of. People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too.

"One of the richest Billionaires in New York, Rufus Williams,dumped his wife, Nora Williams, and got married to her best friend." I am sure that's going to be the first news headline that's going to disseminate tomorrow morning in the whole of New York. I smiled painfully as more tears kept pouring from my eyes. TBC

"I need you to know that what you're going to do isn't in anyway wrong. You need to understand just how horrible the man you're married to is first before you can make up your mind about what you want to do." "By horrible do you mean that there's more I don't know about him?" "Unfortunately yes, Scarlett," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Your husband is just like any billionaire out there, ruthless, powerful and merciless. That's the reason why he made up that story about your dad and sold it to the press." "What?" I shouted, gaining attention from most people in the room, before they all went back to their businesses. "What did you just say?" I asked again, this time making sur

She cried, and I found myself unable to help but sympathize with her pain. "And then, like a beacon in my darkness, I met someone else. He was the answer to my dreams that had vanished like a bubble. Without anyone's knowledge, Lorence had a brother outside. You remember him, Kassandra. Franco Del Val. I'm sure you remember that man. To cut the story short, I married him so that we could lay claim to the wealth left by their grandfather. It turned out Franco was also a dim-wit. Great in bed but not too bright up there! He got into a feud with Zack and Zack ruined all his businesses, including ours."

I had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

Charlie stood behind Amelia with one hand resting on the back of her chair, as though that space already belonged to him, as though he had already chosen where his future lay. Evelyn lowered her bag slowly onto the floor, her fingers loosening around the handle. “What happened now?” she asked. Her father didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he threw the newspaper onto the table with enough force to make it slide toward her. The front page was impossible to ignore. HEIRESS PARALYZED BY JEALOUS SISTER. Beneath the headline, a photograph captured Amelia in a wheelchair, tears streaking down her face while Charlie shielded her from a crowd of reporters outside the hospital.

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

Tatiana stared coldly at Clarisse. Her brothers might have been fooled by that mother-and-daughter pair, but Tatiana wasn’t. She hated them too much to fall for their act. “Don’t you already have a ‘daughter’ who is so precious, respectable, well-mannered, and far more educated than I am?” Her eyes flicked toward Oktavia. “So why marry a worthless, ungrateful daughter like me to a billionaire?” Tatiana gave a bitter laugh. “Are you not afraid I’ll take advantage of him and make all of you miserable?”