Billionaire's Sweet Wife Novels & Stories

Forced to taste every inch of Shena's lips to the point of restraining her from breaking the kiss. Shena was half-drunk, and her ears were divided by the whispering voices of the visitors. "What a bitch! Why is she kissing that rich CEO?!" "Isn't that guy Xavier? The CEO of a well-known company?" "Hey, who's the woman Xavier kissed? Is it his new bitch? His new money plaything?" Shena could still hear that the voices of the visitors around her were cursing her. But Shena couldn't do anything to retaliate.

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

she said passing her phone to me. The headline reads; “Billionaire CEO Marcelo Wilson Jones sets to get married,” I read the headline out and at first it didn’t click in my head that I am the soon to be bride of the billionaire. “Scroll down and read more,” Jennifer said, “Billionaire CEO female admirers set out to find this mystery woman,” I read out loud again and Jennifer started laughing. “What’s funny, didn’t you hear what I read they’re out to get me,” “I’m laughing because you’re one of the female admirers before you became the wife and I didn’t even know your soon to be husband has a fan base,” she said, laughing hard I could see tears coming out of her eyes.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

Not now, buddy, we have a lot of things planned out for her today. She finishes the pancakes and takes a bite out of the muffins, chewing carefully. A sliver of nerves passes through me, and I internally facepalm myself. I'm Julian Blackwood, Forbes' number one self-made billionaire, and I'm here getting nervous over my wife's reaction to my muffins. "Well… do you like it?" She looks back at me, her blank face fading away as her brilliant smile replaces it. "This is so good!," she giggles, jumping into my embrace.

I looked at her briefly before we shaked hands. “I really loved all your ideas regarding our school affair. That's a very smart one, Mr Adrian must be lucky that he has a beautiful wife like you.” She expressed, her teeth popping as she smiled heavily. “I'm lucky too to have him. I'm so sorry my husband couldn't make this meeting but I'm sure he will come for the next one.” I remarked, squinting my eyes while I struggled to lie continuously. “We acknowledge the fact that he is the biggest billionaire in this country but then his daughter needs him. After his wife there's been so much change in that child.” She voiced with concern, I could see the sincerity in her face.

Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

“Emma, do you really have to go through with this marriage?” “Try to understand,” she said softly, but there was a calculating undertone in her voice. “I wasn’t born to work tirelessly or be a confined housewife. I want to enjoy life, and to do that, I need to be with a wealthy man. I want to live in luxury, dine at the finest restaurants, wear designer clothes, adorn myself with jewelry worth thousands of dollars, travel in style, and experience new adventures…” Emma eagerly listed her desires, her eyes gleaming as she envisioned the opulent future ahead.

Damien Anderson, with his eyes so deep that you don't know he is looking at you, and the rare smiles that come but when you have it, you will cherish it for a very, very long time “I still ask if you were okay,” He asked again, and I raised my head and looked at him, breathing in deeply In this world, I am Katherine Anderson, the wife of a very wealthy man, a billionaire who comes to the mouth of every household. I am not some common woman who was waiting tables when I was with him. I held my head up and my chin tightened as I glanced at him “You know I had an accident, and it's still hard for me to place people's faces in my head.” My eyes lifted in a little smile

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said: