Billionaire's Brilliant Reborn Wife 소설 & 이야기

“Stop joking with me! Help me clear my name! How can you just stand by while someone uses dirty tricks to ruin your wife?” That final word—“wife”—sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Emma truly had no shame left. She dared to remind him of a title she had single-handedly destroyed. Even the bystanders were furious on Alden’s behalf. At the lowest point of disgrace, she still refused to admit fault. Still greedy. Still shamelessly clinging to a title that no longer belonged to her. It was pathetic… and utterly despicable.

He had been losing his mind over this thought all night, his pride deeply hurt. Driven by pure, bitter, self-righteous jealousy, Liam angrily scanned the upper VIP deck of the hotel until his eyes locked onto a gorgeous woman standing high above the crowd. It was Elena. But she did not look like the plain, boring housewife he had known. She was wearing a beautiful, expensive designer dress he had never seen before. Her hair was perfect, and she was standing with the wealthy Vance family, laughing and looking more beautiful, confident, and radiant than she ever had in three years of marriage. She looked like a true queen.

But she was rich and no expense had been spared to make it a luxurious apartment befitting her status as the daughter of a rich man. "Ivy, " she began tentatively. Ivy turned to her sharply. She swallowed, a lot of things had changed ever since she'd been reborn. Things she had no control over, her accident was one, second was Ivy. She didn't know how to remove her from her life. She'd betrayed her, that was known, but after discovering that her new actions in this second life had new consequences she had to take things slow. To give her fate to Ivy, to make her marry her husband.

“This meeting is for board members only. If you don’t leave this instant, I’ll call security.” Leah didn’t flinch. Instead, she tossed a file onto the glass table with a satisfying look. “Then call them,” she said calmly, looking unbothered. “But they’ll be escorting your son out, not me.” Vivienne blinked. “Excuse me?” “I own thirty percent of this company now. That makes me the highest shareholder in the room.” My mother stumbled backwards. “Pardon my manners, let me introduce myself…” Leah stepped back and slipped her arm into Aiden’s. “My name is Raven also known as Leah. Yes, the same woman who supposedly died five years ago. Surprise—I’m back. And I am here to take it all.”

“To Emma Davis-Blake… may her fall be louder than her rise.” I didn’t raise mine. I didn’t need to. Because in my mind, I’d already started writing the headline. Billionaire’s Wife: What Is Emma Hiding? Only, we had no idea what she truly was hiding. And how the moment that truth came to light— Everything we planned would fall apart. Because some rises can’t be undone. And some women? They were born for fire.

“She said Cassie looks exactly like her mother, and is yet to give her the documents she needs to claim everything that belongs to her, and she’s out here married to some man she won’t even name. Even Mom knows about him, and she keeps saying that man is going to help her take everything back. I swear, sometimes it feels like I’m not even their son with the way they talk about her.” Franklin went completely still on the other end of the line, the silence stretching just long enough to say everything words couldn’t. His wife had no idea she was sitting on a legacy worth billions, and yet she had already built her own empire from the ground up, step by step, without leaning on any of it.

Complete, ringing silence. Then a laugh bursts out of me, harsh and loud in the empty room. It's not a happy sound. It's triumphant, greedy, vicious. A billionaire. My mousy little wife, the one who could barely look me in the eye, is a fucking billionaire. And she hid it from me. All those years. The jealousy evaporates, replaced by a blazing, glorious greed. This changes everything. She's not just my wife. She's my fortune. The man on the phone is still talking. "...means if we target the company, we're targeting her assets directly. It's a much bigger lever against Sotheby. He married her for her money, obviously. Ruin that, and you ruin him."

"I have to marry his best friends grandson, Paul Sinclair.” I almost dropped my cup. Why were my broke ears hearing billionaire names. The Sinclairs were the richest family in Texas who owned nearly half of everything. I remember seeing Paul Sinclair in magazines. He was tall, blond and unbelievably handsome. For years women across Texas had voted him the state's hottest billionaire CEO. “My grandfather and Paul’s were good friends," Ivy continued, "so they decided each of their eldest grandkids would get married. But six months ago Paul had a terrible accident." She looked away. "He hasn't been the same since."

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.

"You can act proud all you want in front of the lawyers, Ahtisa, but you can't fool me. I know exactly what you are doing. You are throwing a childish tantrum because you found out about us. You are holding onto that money because it’s the only way you can force Adrian to look at you." ​She stepped a little closer, her tone dripping with mock pity. ​"But you should know it won't work. Adrian doesn't love you. He never did. He spent the last five years coming to me because you are completely boring and useless. You couldn't even keep your own husband interested in your own marriage. Even if you keep every single cent of your father's fortune, Adrian will still sleep in my bed at night. You ar