Billionaire's Wife And Mistress の小説・ストーリー

“It stated clearly that in the event of a divorce, she would walk away without touching my power.” My lips parted, I remembered I signed the same document when I was about to marry Marcus, that’s why I can't request anything after our divorce. It was a law that protected billionaires from scheming women. I loved Marcus and I never cared about his money that’s why I signed it. I didn’t know Fiora signed the document too, so she got nothing at the end just like me. Fiora was better than me because she comes from an elite family unlike me that was an orphan.

That was when I realized I had unknowingly been the mistress for three years. It was obvious why he had pursued me when he was supposedly so in love with Callie. I was the daughter of the wealthiest man in Starbury and the queen of pop, so I had more money than I could ever spend in several lifetimes.

The last time I saw her was two, almost three months ago when she poured my drink all over me. She looked at me from head to toe and scoffed. “So you actually got what you wanted? You are satisfied after stealing my husband?” I released a sigh. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. I didn’t know what was prompting her to act like that. Her marriage with George was never real. I was certain she didn’t care about him until I came into the picture. Now she was acting like she loved the fuck out of him. Something told me she still didn’t like him. She just didn’t want to lose something she felt was hers. Rich people mentality.

"That's the problem. I don't have a lot of money remaining for myself. That's because my father cut me out of his will because of the wicked wife he married. And I'm looking at getting as much money as I can to serve as my retirement plan seeing that I wouldn't be able to work a second in my life even if I wanted to. Surely, you of all people understand where I'm coming from." Randall gaped at her the way a parent would do to a silly child. He was pretty sure she would not believe him if he told her that hidden underneath his modest appearance, he was worth more than a billion dollars. But if she did believe him, then there would be no need to go ahead with this insane plan of hers. Meanwhil

When she laughed, it was not with joy but with the brittle sound of glass breaking. “They eat it up like wolves,” she said, tossing the magazine aside with a flick of her wrist. Her green eyes glittered with cruel delight. “Every headline makes her look cheaper, dirtier. And the timing oh, it is delicious. Damian is out of the city, isn’t he? Absent. Silent. That silence will speak louder than any denial she can muster.” Helena’s gaze remained fixed on one of the glowing screens. The headline blared in bold letters, Billionaire’s wife Hides a Dark Past, Secret Child in Russia? She tapped her manicured nail against the glass, savoring the rhythm like a drumbeat of victory.

I said while smiling at her. Sophia is so beautiful as ever. She was wearing a white sleeveless dress with flowers on its hem, which made her look like an angel. "And also, my husband asked me to go here with him. I didn't know we are talking about the same person." Prestine said. "Husband? You mean, Brent?" "Uh-huh. I am his wife." "Oh my God, Brent never told me about that! Congratulations! I mean, what a coincidence, right?" "Right!"

I slammed hard, and he only smiled and then moved back. “You know that’s quite funny coming from you. You do realize that the woman you’re calling a mistress has more worth to me than you will ever be. I know you’re so happy to be the wife of the billionaire Asher Walter, but you shouldn’t be too happy, my dear wife. That’s all you’re ever going to worth, a title. You can do whatever you want with your wife title, but I’m saying it again. Do not ever go anywhere near my woman. It won’t end well for you.” He let out and then looked at me from my head to my toes.

Adrianna’s heart races as she stares at the television screen, the flickering images of her face juxtaposed against headlines that scream betrayal. The news anchors drone on, their voices dripping with curiosity and judgment. “Adrianna Houston, rumored mistress of billionaire Lance Vallerand, now faces scrutiny as his engagement to Bianca Hart approaches.” Her chest feels tight, a suffocating band constricting her lungs. Wade steps closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of mockery and disdain.

“ What else? You’re holding back, I can tell.” Ethan hesitated, then spoke, low and urgent. “There’s more, Lauren. I assure you, you won't like this at all. Your mom…your mum wasn’t the pauper everyone thought she was before she died. It turns out she was Victor Langston’s mistress—billionaire, owned half the shipping industry. I’m sure you must have heard of him somewhere. He's this famous billionaire who died about 10 years ago. There’s a chance you’re his daughter.”