Billionaire's Hired Wife Novels & Stories

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

"That's Damien Blackwood's wife. With the kind of money we're getting for this, we could afford any woman we want." "Yeah, but think about it," the first voice continued. "A billionaire's wife. All alone. When are we ever gonna get a chance like this again?" There was a pause, and I held my breath waiting for the response. "Besides," the voice added with casual cruelty, "she's not leaving here alive anyway." I couldn't breathe.

"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

"Hailey?" "Exactly." She made herself comfortable on one of the chairs facing me. That was when I saw how angry she was. I read the headline again to be sure I was not hallucinating. "Strange Lady Marries Into The Johnson Family and Carries The Heir of The Billionaire CEO and Multiple Time Award winning Business Man of the Year, Jared Johnson." I raised my eyes to her face. "Keep reading." She urged. I scrolled down to see more headline news about her. "Billionaire CEO Jared Johnson Finally Ties The Nuptial Knot With The Lady Who Accused Him Of Sexually Harassing And Impregnating Her."

That’s no joke. Only a fool would turn down an offer like this. And I’m no fool. As it is, I’m tired of my miserable condition. I can’t keep living off scraps and constantly worrying about my health. I’d probably turn into a beggar before I’m able to save enough of my salary to get comfortable. Now, I’m being offered a staggering sum to play a billionaire’s wife. Would it be such a bad idea to just... give in? I can’t help but wonder why Mr Everhart desperately needs a wife. My curiosity has just peaked. “What’s in it for you? Why are you doing this?”

Mom excitedly announced. When I hears this, I stiffened in my place how can dad do this to me? what about me? What will I get? How can Dad decide His daughter and son-in-law going to handle all the company, what about my hard work? I take my step back and reached back to my room. I sit on the bed. I bit my thumbnail, I don't know what to do next. If this marriage happens, I will never be able to be the CEO, And they will throw me out like mom. I took a deep breath, I will not let this happen. I'm not my mother who gave up without fighting. But I don't know what will I do. After some time, I grab the phone that was on the table next to my bed. I called my assistant and asked her to find out e

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, so only I heard, even with all that clicking. "Don't you dare hide my wife from them, Isabella." I looked up at him. My billionaire. My cold surgeon who was now my husband. He was not embarrassed. He was proud. Proud of my size 16 body in a cut wedding dress at City Hall. Lily giggled in his arm. "Mamma famous!" And I was. Mrs. Potts' phone was still buzzing. The T****k live may have ended, but the clip was already everywhere. Someone recorded it. Someone posted it with caption: "Billionaire Marries Chubby Nanny In Crop Top Wedding Dress — City Hall"

All I had to do was keep her on this path. Priya’ s eyes shot up. “Right? Why did she hide her last name? And what does the wife of a billionaire needs work for?” I leaned forward. “Most billionaires spouses are usually bored and looking for a hobby. Or some are spying for their next hostile takeover. So you have every right to be cautious!” Priya toyed with the handle of her cup. “She doesn’t look like a spy to me but then again, one can never tell these days. There is nothing stopping her from coming for my job.”

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

She had heard that a mansion here would cost at least $50 billion. She now comprehends how the man is able to give her $100,000 every week. Who is the man she married, exactly? Who is he, exactly? What is his identity?' She asked quietly, but her eyes were cold and indifferent, as if she were not surprised to be here. However, if you closely watched her, you would notice that she was surprised.