Novel & Cerita Billionaire's Wife

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.

Immediately her eyes landed on the headline, Sharon gasp, and quickly use her hands to cover her mouth. "The disfigured billionaire wife has been inflicted with illness, and is currently barren." Cakey read out in bewilderment. Sharon's eyes got caught of something else, and she clicked on it. "The supposed twenty-five Billion reserved with the Central bank…?" Cakey trailed off. "Sharon, what is happening? You need to hurry and call your husband." Cakey said, and she nodded. Sharon ruffle her hair, thinking of where to go next. Cakey grab her hands, and they walk to their dorm.

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.

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

"That family is bad news. My life was ruined after I became friends with Richard and now that my daughter is associated with his son, she's in a gooddamn hospital." His wife sighed and returned to the stool. She knew convincing her husband to see things through her eyes was going to be a futile task. She could bet that the accident was an act that was bound to happen." She adjusted the covering around Eve and turned to her husband. "Its fate. I'll suggest we hold onto hope. Our daughter is going to be fine." He strode toward her and gave Eve a peck on the left cheek. Whether his wife was going to hold on to his narrative or not, he had a strong conviction that the Richards were bad news and

He said coldly: "My wife graduated from the most prestigious university in the United States. Her time at the school continuously received scholarships with excellent achievements. My wife also won many awards there, bringing great resonance to the fashion industry. She is the youngest and most famous designer in this company, the number of contracts brought to the company recently is not a few. In addition, my wife is not "the one". that kind of thing,” she has a name, her name is Jennifer Martinez, from this perspective, all of the people present here are not qualified to carry her slippers.”

I didn't know what was happening to me. "Zoya please say something", I whispered as she threw me a helpless look. "Daughter of the renowned businessman Mr Rehmat Ali and the to be the owner of his empire Zoya Ali has gotten married to their employee Abrar Zafar", I heard a reporter saying in front of her camera. What the fuck she is saying! The situation was out of control. Especially Zoya's silence was making me more furious. I tried to help her but it seemed like I was the one who got affected by it the most.

Not even my boyfriend or a fiance, but my own husband was the son of a billionaire and I didn't even have the slightest idea. I saw pictures of him together with his family. I could recognize the person I assumed was his father. He was a billionaire and was well known, and his mother was a popular fashion designer that I had been dying to work with, and my husband knew that. He knew that I admired her work and wished to work with her but he never thought it was worth mentioning.

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?"