Billionaire Wife Novels & Stories

So 'Do' was his name? Perhaps he was Chinese? "He’s inside, ma’am. He’s been waiting for you," the housekeeper replied. "Thanks. Menchie, come," Mama urged, and we stepped inside. I had not expected the interior to be this breathtaking and expansive. I wasn’t sure why I was still astonished. After all, in my former life, this had been the standard of our home. "Your boyfriend is incredibly wealthy, mom," I remarked in admiration. "Just fortunate," she answered lightly.

Aaron nodded he left. After some time I was standing alone, I was feeling so tired if I close my eyes I was afraid I can open them again. I looked down at the ring on her finger. I am now Mrs.Rose Patterson the great business tycoon, Aaron Patterson's wife. This is my new identity but I am happy at least I am not Anderson anymore. My so-called family is busy entertaining their guest. I feel someone come and stand beside me. I looked at the figure who stand next to me.

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

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.

But the amount he spent on my uncle's business was merely a trivial fraction of his overall wealth; It didn't seem to make sense. "Ma'am, you were once the wife of a billionaire..." I smiled wryly. Yes, I am, but I feel more like I'm trapped than living the life of a billionaire's wife. Working hard from dawn to dusk, like I am now, brings me so much more happiness than when I held that status. "But why does no one know about you?" "Because James keeps our marriage hidden from the media. Very few know about our marriage." Diana fell silent, still trying to believe what I said.

"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 heard my mom's voice, and immediately I rushed towards her. "Mom, you wouldn't believe what I just saw today, or rather heard today." "Becky, if it's about your shameless sister, then my ears are closed. I don't want to hear anything about her here in this house." "Oh really?" I asked, when she turned to walk away. "What if I told you she's now the wife of Hayden Smith, the richest billionaire in New York." She halted just immediately, and made a turn to stare at her.

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

“You’re going to do great, and Elena Matthews is going to be so lucky to have you in charge of her wardrobe. In fact, if she has even one single complaint about your work, then she’s an idiot and deserves to be hit on the head.” She shakes her head, laughing. “Stop saying things like that, silly. If her husband finds out you called his wife an idiot, he won’t be too happy. You know they’re the most romantic couple ever, right? It’s all anyone talks about in the tabloids. He actually bought a whole town and built a resort just to keep his wife away from all the craziness that comes with the spotlight. Do you have any idea how sweet that is? It’s not every day a billionaire turns into a romant

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w