Billionaire's Hired Wife Novels & Stories

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

She said it with a smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Woods. Yet your contracted husband is a specialist in every area. You are incredibly lucky to have a husband like that—one with model-like looks, culinary prowess on par with a chef at a five-star hotel, and the ability to create a stunning garment out of nothing more complicated than a set of bedsheets for his wife. Being with you made me realize how many talents I possess." Despite my best attempts, I was unable to keep a smile on my face when she referred to our marriage as a "contracted marriage." I didn't want to show how horrible I felt about it.

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

Charles chuckled. From the driver's sit, someone responded to Charles, "For a moment, I hoped she had changed over the years." He didn't sound pleased or amused. Rather, he sounded irritated. "You can always go for other options, Sir. Even if she does accept to get into the contract, I bet she'll be hard to tame for two whole years." Charles had suggested this when he saw her criminal record but his boss had refused. "What will tame Allison cannot be created, Charles. That's exactly why she's going to be the perfect hired wife for me." From his tone, Charles could tell his boss hated this Allison girl but what he hated more was the fact that she was the best option he's got.

We were fixing the toys my kids scattered in the room, and putting them in place. “It’s a billionaire’s mansion though. I heard he is currently hiring staffs.” She said, looking at me as I gathered the rest of the toys we fixed and moved them to the wardrobe, then, I turned to her and placed my hands on my waist, ready to do the talking some justice. She just said the so-called hirer was a billionaire, and he is hiring staffs, which I’m sure would be no other but domestic staffs, but are there other billionaires around here if not Jaxton?

But tonight, amidst the glitz and glamour, I sensed an undercurrent of tension, an invisible threat lurking in the shadows. Unbeknownst to us, a rival billionaire, Charles Blackwood, vying for Alexander's power and wealth, had hatched a sinister plan. He had hired a seductive spy, Isabella, to infiltrate our lives, to seduce me and extract valuable information that could be used as leverage against Alexander. We were pawns in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and the stakes were higher than ever.

Judging from the little scenario, I could tell that the lady was somewhat troublesome. As he called that name, it made me involuntarily fold my brows in puzzlement. If the doctor called her Mrs Flores, and her husband called her Trisha, did it mean that they were the...The Flores?! The famous billionaire in New York?! Oh my God! If that was it, then I was going to be paid a great deal of money. Jeez, this lady needed not to fuck the whole thing up. This was literally a great breakthrough for my family and I. Her husband walked to me, seeming so worried by his wife's action. As he stood in my front, all I could think of was, 'What the heck? A big man like me standing in my front?!'

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

Sapphire scurried to an Uber she called and asked the driver to drive, giving him the location. She would in no way risk herself taking one of the chauffeur driven cars from home. All of them are pets of her husband since he paid them handsomely. The security at the gate gazed at her with puzzled looks, probably on why she had to hire a rental when they had so many decorative pieces in their enormous garage. Little did he know Sapphire was silk-stocking billionaire's wife living the disconsolate life no better than a tramp. Sapphire reached the high rise building and pressed the button on the escalator. With each passing number her pulse skyrocketed when finally the gates of the lift opened.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”