Billionaire's Wife Novels & Stories

Staring at the computer now I don't even know what to say, I scoff, definitely not a marriage of love if he looked at his wife that way. Also stated here that he is a billionaire who has wealth from investing in major shares of other companies after he founded his tech. Something brushes past my eyes and I click on the link, the accident of Katherine Anderson. It felt like my skin pickled at the sight of it and when I clicked the video, I'm watching as she is packed up in batches and the car was brutally destroyed. It was a miracle she survived, some comments had said. There was something about the way she survived, there was something I needed to know, which made it possible for me to be he

Mostly about his looks. The woman on the screen had platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Beautiful. Fit for a billionaire’s wife. “Heiress of the Garcia Estates,” Gabby breathed, scrolling like her life depended on it. “Isn’t she just stunning.” “Wow,” I said, meaning it about as much as she needed me to, and went back to my folder. I didn’t care much either way. Good for him. “She really is.” She sighed dreamily before slumping in the chair by my desk. “To be a billionaire's wife.”

"I shouldn't be surprised. A financial company of this size naturally has a lot of capital. Moreover, his wealth is listed in the top twenty billionaires worldwide." Jasmine smiled broadly. "So, you shouldn't be sad about your incident. Look at it from the positive side. You're now Mrs. Otis Haworth, the billionaire. I'm sure you'll get a lot of monthly money and other benefits." “Brad is also a billionaire,” I teased. Jasmine rolled her eyes. “We're talking about you, not me.” She smiled. "By the way, aren't you angry with me?" I looked at her intently. "I kept my marriage to Otis a secret."

"I couldn't wait to see how a certified billionaire's widow would play the role of a Chairman of an enormous company!" I couldn't help but scoff at his candor. But he was right, what could a widow of the late billionaire Liam Bailey of Bailey International, the family who built the 63rd City, a twin tower graced at the heart of London, do? She was a mere housewife serving her husband solely, accompanying him to every event and banquet, a decor in everyone's sight and a juicy flavor on everyone's tongue of gossip. "I'm also thrilled to know what she can do!" I kept mumbling, ignoring the driver's curious stare. "Are we there yet?" I asked not hiding my impatience with this long and winding ri

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

Although what he did last night almost changed my decision about him. Another event will take place tonight. I better go home and think about everything. I was pretty sure Eros would want me to work for him. Only if I insist that I am planning to do so. There is no way I’ll become a housewife. My phone beeped again and I frowned at the headlines. It was about me. Goodness! I can never walk freely in public again. Billionaire’s wife Billionaire CEO got engaged to a pauper Billionaire CEO this and that!

"No, we'll leave together. I don't want the sleazy tabloids capturing shit about our marriage." At that, she chuckled humorlessly, unbothered by his anger. "You've done a good job painting the reality of what it is to the media already. I won't be made a clown a second time." Then she reached for her phone and ordered a cab in front of the nanny and the Stark family chauffeur who had come in a limo to pick them up. What the fuck was she trying to pull? What new scheme could she be cooking? Alessandro knew he couldn't make a scene there and swallowed his rage, watching as a small cab drove in and the new wife of the richest billionaire in America according to Forbes, entered with their baby.

"Jane Phillips-Garrett, the mysterious CEO of P&G Industries, was revealed last night to be the wife of billionaire Christian Holmes. The couple, who sources say have been living separately for months, appeared to reconcile at a charity gala where Phillips-Garrett was honored as one of New York's top entrepreneurs." I kept reading. "Phillips-Garrett, who has kept her business identity secret for years, is worth an estimated $200 million. Sources close to the Holmes family say the couple's marriage has been troubled, with rumors of an impending divorce." My phone rang. It was Sandra. "Jane, are you okay?" "No. Have you seen the news?" "I've seen it. It's everywhere." "Everywhere?" "Every news

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

It didn’t take long before the crowd recognize who the two are after they took a pic in front of the massive Christmas tree with the large crowd as witnesses. “Is he Tyler Barns?” “It’s his wife, right?” “What’s her name again?” “Althea? Wait, let me look it up—” “It’s really them!” “Who?” “The youngest billionaire in the city who gave his company to his wife—!” “Wha—he’s hot—” “Go, go, let’s ask for a pic—” “I was the first one who—” “Move it—!” “Let m—” It was pure chaos.