Billionaire's Wife Novels & Stories

"You´re nuts. You really have no idea who you have there? Whose wife she is? She´s worth far more to you for ransom than any third-world hustler´s going to give you." Now I have his attention. "What are you talking about? Who is she then?" "That´s Beth Haswell... Elizabeth Haswell... Richard Haswell´s wife..." He looks at me blankly. "You know... Richard Haswell... Billionaire... Owns half the fucking city. And that´s his wife you´re pawing at. He´ll pay a fortune to get her back, but he might not be so happy about it if he thinks you´ve been fingering his property."

Was she doing something shady? After hours of searching, I got tired and decided to stop by a nearby restaurant for a drink. I ordered something quick, but as soon as the waitress handed me my cup, something about her face made me pause. She looked… familiar. When she walked away, I glanced back at the picture I had been given for identification—and my eyes widened. The resemblance wasn’t just close—it was perfect. She was working? I stared at the picture again, then at her. There was no mistaking it. Mrs. Knight, the billionaire’s wife, was working as a waitress. My mind was spinning. Why would she be doing this? What reason could she possibly have?

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

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

she said as Camillia guided us there. "Daddy really has a big company, right, Mama?" Camillia asked me so I nodded and just smiled. We were about to enter his office when my eyes narrowed after seeing him talking to a woman. Huh! That's why he came here, huh? "Excuse me, Miss, I'll just hit my husband," I irritably said to a woman across River. "Right, that's Mama's husband," Camillia said who also folded her arms. I winced when I saw a sexy woman with a big future. I couldn't help but frown at myself when I remembered that it was River's type. Those with big boobs have strong sexual appeal.

In the penthouse, Margaret sat on the sofa with a glass of wine and a tablet in her lap. The screen displayed various news articles about Clarissa and Daniel that had been circulating since the night before. A thin smile formed on her lips as she read headline after headline. Blackwood Family Reconciliation? Model Clarissa Sterling Hints at Reunion with Billionaire Ex-Husband What Is the Status of Daniel Blackwood's Marriage to His Second Wife? "Good," Margaret murmured as she kept scrolling. "Clarissa has finally done something useful."

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

For her she is just a small part in this situation. "You might think that she doesn't play a role in this?" " Why do you mentioned it. Are you interested in her? " She can very well understand why these women flock to her husband side trying to hook him up, even with the knowledge that he has a wife and a son. He had the looks and the wealth that makes him a good catch. " Stop it, Lorraine, you are getting jealous I don't believe it." He is half grinning that he wanted to control by being stern.

"Don't be scared. I won't confront anyone neither will I do anything that you don't want. I give you my word." She watched me for a while and I figured out she was contemplating on whether to believe me. Finally she spoke up, "It's my husband who did this." So she was married, I thought and for some reason I felt a prick. "He will always beat me up." She slowly began to narrate everything that happened to her and how she ended up with him. "What's your husband's name?" “Kian Lawley— I was shocked which wasn't expected, I had heard a lot about him but never have I thought he would be someone who tortures his wife and makes out with her best friend.

Alex sighed tiredly while he stood there, after a few minutes had passed, he took his phone out. “What's on the news today?” I pried into his screen. Alex said nothing, his thumb flipping through with interest. The latest news was still the usual. Stocks. Liquidated assets, companies going bankrupt and much more. I studied enough before I looked away. Just when I adjusted to leaning on my side of the car, something else caught my eye. HEADLINE: FORMER BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE: VERONICA HARPER CAUGHT AT A HOSPITAL WITH A BABY BUMP AND A NEW MAN.