Billionaire Replacement Wife Novels & Stories

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

If only he could guess what. A news came to his mind and he took out his phone as he walked out of the elevator. He could remember the breaking news he came across online a few days ago and it was still trending. [Jacob Sylvan comes in contact with his ex wife, Blaire Quincy, who is now a billionaire and CEO of Gemma's Collection] The headline read. He immediately clicked on the news story. That was when he realized that the Blaire Ella had mentioned was truly his ex wife. He couldn't help but to wonder why Jacob had gone to see her, did he perhaps want them to get back together now that he knew she owned a fortune?

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..."

"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.

"You´re nuts. You really have no idea who you have there? Whose wife she is? She´s worth far more to you for ransom than any third-world hustler´s going to give you." Now I have his attention. "What are you talking about? Who is she then?" "That´s Beth Haswell... Elizabeth Haswell... Richard Haswell´s wife..." He looks at me blankly. "You know... Richard Haswell... Billionaire... Owns half the fucking city. And that´s his wife you´re pawing at. He´ll pay a fortune to get her back, but he might not be so happy about it if he thinks you´ve been fingering his property."

That too to a rich dude according to the papers He read the headlines again, "Wife of billionaire king of the underworld" He scoffed at the phrase, "king of the underworld" and didn't really pay him much glance as his eyes were fixed on Bella, she was beautiful before but now she looks even more beautiful and elegant, she was the most obedient and quiet girlfriend he has ever had and he missed her, he never thought he would but damn, with her looking so hot, he felt like having her again and also have a bit of her billionaire husband money

"The media had been on my family's neck for seven good months now. Yes, we might be filthy rich, but that doesn't exclude us from having enemies. In fact, the fact that we are the number one richest family in this country makes us more exposed to enemies. We can't tell the media of her deeds because, eventually, they will use them against my family. My grandparents really fought hard for our family and our company. I can't let my single mistake ruin everything for them. That was why I've been searching for you for almost five months now. I wanted you to replace her until she returns. Not because I'm still going to continue marrying her. But I want her to return so that I can finally divorce

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:

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Standing under the shower, she recalled the day she threw herself into the arms of Duong Alden, the young heir of an empire that spanned luxury casinos, grand hotels, construction companies, and prestigious hospital chains. Emma knew Alden was a top-tier playboy among the wealthy elite. He loved racing, changed lovers like changing clothes, and was infamous for both his extravagance and ruthlessness. His name commanded both admiration and fear. At first, when she set her ambitious sights on him, Emma thought it would be nearly impossible to catch his eye—let alone manipulate him. But then, a golden opportunity presented itself, as if the heavens had gifted it to her, and she seized it withou