Billionaire's Wife And Mistress Mga Nobela at Kwento

It wasn't just a one-time mistake brought on by too much alcohol or a sudden lapse of judgment. He was with her again and again, out in public, attending glamorous events and galas, smiling like he didn't have a care in the world. Like I didn't even exist. The caption below the photo made me want to vomit: "Billionaire playboy Jason Harding spotted with his stunning new partner at the Chamberlain Charity Gala last night." “Stunning partner”. That's what they called her. Not mistress, not the woman he was cheating on his wife with. Just "stunning partner," like she was some perfect, untouchable goddess and I was no one.

It felt as though the next minute,she could send her palm flying to Charlotte's face. " You can't be asking me what position I hold in the Chase family. I can't believe you are so dumb to fail to notice that I am the legitimate wife of Mr Drake. I am the mistress of this house and your friend is just a side chick trying to claim a place in the Chase family for herself. She doesn't belong here. She knows that herself and that's the fact. She can't dispute it.” Charlotte said,her voice dripping with scorn.

She paused, then continued, "When I was in Marinova, I heard the wealthy ladies there talk about Mr. Miller's mysterious wife. He dotes on her and protects her so well that no one ever comes to know her identity. "Not just the general public, even many business partners have never seen her face. They say all her clothes and jewelry are personally delivered by top international brands, or she has private fittings at home with runway models brought in. There's no way she would appear in a place like this mall." As expected, the two police officers' expressions darkened with suspicion after hearing this. A top-tier, heavily protected billionaire's wife would never appear alone in a shopping mal

Naila. “Mistress?” I repeated the word. The word didn’t belong to me. It felt dirty, heavy and wrong. Girlfriend, lover, the woman he was seeing were some of the words I had imagined he would use to describe me, but I was wrong. Those were the terms I had clung to in my mind, shaping them into something softer, something that resembled love. But mistress? A woman kept, a woman used. Nausea surged violently in my stomach.

She was walking home when she saw it. A newsstand on Princes Street. The Financial Times front page, set face-out in the display rack. Lewis's face. His jaw tight, eyes distant, that photograph they always used — the one from the Singapore announcement, when he'd looked like a man who owned the world. The headline above it: STERLING IN CRISIS: CEO'S WIFE VANISHES Sources close to Lewis Sterling confirm the billionaire's wife, Yessica Sterling, left their New York penthouse without warning three weeks ago. Sterling has declined all comment, but insiders suggest—

It seemed crazy they were both busy at the same time. “I will pay ten thousand for that.” A voice beside her said. Amelia turned to see her husband raising his fan. She turned back to see what he was willing to purchase; it was a small necklace, with an angel pendant. She hadn’t listened to the attribute the Mc had mentioned, but she knew it was going to be something along the line – rare and one of a kind. She frowned at Mike, not believing he was willing to pay such an amount for a small necklace. Well, he was a billionaire. “I will pay twenty thousand.” Most of the people turned back to look at Shawn. He grinned at Mike while wriggling his brow.

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

"Sources say that the heiress begins having an affair with the model again shortly after her billionaire father died. The photos above show and confirm the affair as the Davis Holding heiress, wife of the Walton group her is photographed in a rather intimate position with the top model. The two began as friends when they were younger and started their official relationship last year. But the relationship ended shortly before the heiress married Vincent Walton. It isn't confirmed whether the now married couple has always been in a relationship or have just been in

Just five minutes later, her phone rang and Cara struggled to stand up, limping slightly as she made her way to the bed and answered an unknown number. “Hello, sweetheart!” Jason spoke. “How’re you now?” “What do you want?” “Do you like playing dumb or what?” He asked. “I want one million dollars!” “Give me some time!” She said, “I got into an accident last week!” “Oh, yes! I forgot to ask you something. For a woman who is swinging in the arms of one billionaire to another, why is it so difficult for you to arrange one million?” Jason asked. “Keith isn’t a billionaire!” Cara sighed. “And who is this other billionaire you’re talking about?”

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.