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my mother continued, her voice cooling, "since you both aren't divorced yet, and she's now a successful Michelin chef…I did my research on her, by the way, perhaps you should bring her back in as your wife. Amber needs her too." I stared at her, speechless. "What? You look shocked. The woman clearly has value now. She's not the pathetic little housewife you dismissed anymore. She's accomplished, wealthy, connected. The kind of wife who could actually benefit the Walker name instead of dragging it down." "Please leave" I said quietly. "Ethan" "Please…" My mother stood, smoothing her skirt. "Fine. But think about what I said. You wanted her to be more ambitious, more impressive. Well, congratu

There is nothing interesting going on the television except for some sport review, but just as the attendant comes in with a saucer bearing a flute of champagne and a smaller plate with a snack in it, the discussion ongoing on the TV changes from sports to the business world. This, howver, catches Adrian’s attention. “So, it has become the hottest news of the day as two very different people have been caught on multiple dates, and ordinarily, this would have been something for the entertainment segment, but when it comes to the one and only Damien Blackwell, famously known for his reclusively and cold lifestyle, it is a completely different ballgame.” At this, Adrian sits up. “Who is this lu

For a woman who was absent from business headlines until recently, her impact has been extraordinary. Marcus read the article again. Then a third time. Two million per year. Plus equity. Irreplaceable. He set down the tablet and leaned back in his chair, staring at nothing. Elena. His ex-wife. The woman he'd dismissed as a social climber who'd trapped him into marriage. The wife he'd kept hidden from business associates because she didn't fit the image he wanted to project. That woman was now making two million dollars per year as one of the most respected analysts in the industry.

I then reached for it anyway. The headline filled the screen. Billionaire CEO Humiliated: Divorce Drama and Scandalous Affairs Unfold. A muscle tightened in my jaw, and slowly, I lowered the phone onto the desk. My hands were steady enough to pass for calm, but tension had settled beneath my skin so deeply that even breathing felt like work. Every article told a different version of the same story; some painted me as a fool, while others turned my marriage into entertainment. A few attempted sympathy, which somehow felt worse.

He led me out of the mansion toward the waiting car. The charity gala was held in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. It was glamorous, and women dripped in diamonds. Men in designer’s suit laughed over champagne. The second Damian and I entered, people turned in our direction and soft surprised whispers followed. “That’s his wife?” “She’s beautiful.” “I heard she came from nothing, she’s too innocent for him.” I lowered my eyes. Damian’s hand pressed against my lower back, it felt possessive. I gasped softly at his touch.

“Careful, Mr. Knight. You married that.” “Best decision I ever made.” He kisses me then not rushed, not desperate. Just sure. Outside, the city glows. Inside, my heart is finally at peace. I was reborn as a billionaire’s wife. But more than that I was reborn as Elena Dawson. And this time, the ending is mine.

“ like I told you when I pushed you to marry him.” I bristled. “You pushed me into marriage.” “I nudged you,” she corrected. “Because this is the kind of mess a woman like us can turn into an advantage. Ethan’s father left his son a title and a mountain of problems. Where others see rubble, we see a foothold.” She crouched forward. “We fix the business, prop it up, and when everyone applauds the saviors, we move the pieces where we need them.” I blinked. “Where do we get the money for that? You don’t have”

So 'Do' was his name? Perhaps he was Chinese? "He’s inside, ma’am. He’s been waiting for you," the housekeeper replied. "Thanks. Menchie, come," Mama urged, and we stepped inside. I had not expected the interior to be this breathtaking and expansive. I wasn’t sure why I was still astonished. After all, in my former life, this had been the standard of our home. "Your boyfriend is incredibly wealthy, mom," I remarked in admiration. "Just fortunate," she answered lightly.

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..."

The best part was her husband was known as a self-made billionaire, not a trust-fund baby and wannabe business tycoon like Brandon. He had worked his way to the top of the business ladder and helped to transform his family company which was almost at extinction before he took over. Brandon was not even close to achieving anything similar to this, and Kourtney knew that he would never be able to. Sebastian was 100 times richer and more successful than Brandon would ever be. Her heart swelled with pride, knowing she was now the wife of someone as accomplished and admirable as Sebastian Woods. Although the man was indeed annoying with his egotistic behavior, she felt it was good enough than bei