Billionaire's Brilliant Reborn Wife Novels & Stories

"You are smarter than I thought, Dani. I must congratulate you on your big brains!" "What are you talking about?" "You meet a billionaire. You sùck his dìck and swallow his sperms. That sweet little session leads to a rich ring. You become his legal wife. But billionaires divorce their wives all the time and replace them with some bimbo with nice boobs. You don't want to be that bitter divorced wife left with nothing but a broken heart. So you get a baby in a blink. Marriages end all the time. But babies are forever. So you trap him with a bunch of babies. That way even if he divorces you, he can still pour millions into child support every month. And you'll never have to work a day in your

“You left me no choice.” His lips parted, as if to argue, but footsteps approached and interrupted us. “Everett, darling!” A woman in a glittering silver gown slipped between us, draping her hand on Everett’s arm as though it belonged there. She was stunning, in that polished, practiced way that only wealth could buy. She looked me up and down with an expression that screamed disdain wrapped in a smile. “And who is this?” I smiled sweetly. “Anyta Rushmore. His wife. Well… ex-wife.”

“I saw the news. Congratulations.” “Thank you, Brad.” Brad was one of our potential Investors at the office. He owned a wide range of companies that specialized in various fields. Brad was originally a small time business owner who rarely got invited to the most basic events. But a couple of years later, he was steadily topping the charts, and being sought after by everyone. “it means a lot, but I can't take all the credit. I owe a lot of my success to my beautiful wife, Alora.” At the sound of her name, she waved in my direction and for a split second, all I could imagine was an alternate universe where she reciprocated my feelings for her.

Aaron nodded he left. After some time I was standing alone, I was feeling so tired if I close my eyes I was afraid I can open them again. I looked down at the ring on her finger. I am now Mrs.Rose Patterson the great business tycoon, Aaron Patterson's wife. This is my new identity but I am happy at least I am not Anderson anymore. My so-called family is busy entertaining their guest. I feel someone come and stand beside me. I looked at the figure who stand next to me.

The sudden interest in her was almost bewildering and she felt as if she'd become a mini celebrity all her own if the way she received mails from people she didn't know or knew and hadn't talked to in ages was anything to go by. Of course, Tina helped her jog her memory as to who the people congratulating her on her fast approaching wedding were so she could reply appropriately but it was all still pretty overwhelming to her. She'd gone from having a steady job to having no job at all to becoming the would be wife to a renowned billionaire in the span of a few weeks. But she'd adjusted well.

Ransom POV I was surprised and stunned when Camilla suddenly went in front of me. While I'm hearing words behind my back coming from my employees. That which is true and I know myself that I am desperate right now. I can't deny that she is beautiful now and I was wondering how much I want her back. "I will offer you 100 billion for your company."she said to me. "Is that woman is his wife? Did she just offer him a billion?" "That's right we thought that she was dead."

Lydia and Jack had looked just as stunned and speechlessly blindsided by her appearance as I and everyone else in that room had been. There was no way she could have pulled this off entirely on her own. Or had she simply woken up after the doctors pulled the life support plug, like some kind of medical miracle? Either way, I was endlessly grateful for this miracle. I was willing to worship the miracle that brought my wife back to my arms. “Brianna?” She stirred slightly, letting out a faint, restless whine as she shifted in the seat. “We're here.” “Mm,” she murmured softly, settling back into the leather seat as her body went completely limp once more. She had fallen right back to sleep.

“Special? You call not talking to me and acting like I don’t exist, special?” “I provide for you, don’t I? Saved your wretched mother from the debt she acquired with her ridiculous need to live a life she can’t afford. You think I am a fool for investing in such a bottomless pit? This marriage was strategic. A marriage that wouldn’t draw the media attention. It was easy to have you around because you are not a socialite. I married you because you were put together and would make a good housewife. Don’t start getting ahead of yourself now. Don’t piss me off.”

She had described me, in her final paragraph, as composed, deliberate, and entirely comfortable with the considerable weight of what she has just stepped into. I read that line twice. The third piece was online — a gossip-adjacent business blog that covered Detroit's wealthy with the breathless enthusiasm of a publication that had discovered, some years ago, that money and drama occupied the same ZIP codes. This piece had connected the dots I had expected it to connect. Caldwell heiress Serena — formerly Serena Voss, ex-wife of real estate developer Damien Voss — made her public debut at the Caldwell Global winter gala last night. And then, two paragraphs later, with the barely contained exc