Billionaire Wife Novels & Stories

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

Wow! Investing a billion! Investing a billion was an impressive contribution. The donor must be the wealthiest of the wealthiest. Therefore, who is Hilda's husband exactly? Perhaps they would only know after he comes public himself. She continued to speak through the loudspeaker, "In addition, my husband and I had married on our own volition. We are dating like a common couple. It's my personal matter and I hope that no one will kick a ruckus about it again! Besides, my husband is also an investor in this institution. To the evil person behind the rumors, let me warn you that I won't let this slide easily this time!"

he said. Jacob didn't know what to say. Did he just hit the jackpot? His wife...the woman who stole his heart is a multi-billionaire and she is even richer than them?

Her style was casual yet charming. At that moment, she looked calm and collected. She didn't seem like she was pulling his leg or like someone who'd gone insane. "You're an interesting one, Mrs. Holcomb. Why would the wife of Holcomb Corporation's president and the lady of an affluent household cough up 100 million dollars to work with me? Has the Holcomb family run out of places to spend its money?"

"One of the richest Billionaires in New York, Rufus Williams,dumped his wife, Nora Williams, and got married to her best friend." I am sure that's going to be the first news headline that's going to disseminate tomorrow morning in the whole of New York. I smiled painfully as more tears kept pouring from my eyes. TBC

“Emma, do you really have to go through with this marriage?” “Try to understand,” she said softly, but there was a calculating undertone in her voice. “I wasn’t born to work tirelessly or be a confined housewife. I want to enjoy life, and to do that, I need to be with a wealthy man. I want to live in luxury, dine at the finest restaurants, wear designer clothes, adorn myself with jewelry worth thousands of dollars, travel in style, and experience new adventures…” Emma eagerly listed her desires, her eyes gleaming as she envisioned the opulent future ahead.

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

“I’m glad. And how’s Emily? Hope she isn’t bothering you too much. I’m sorry I was unable to come pick her up today like I promised.” “Oh nonsense. You know that our little angel is always welcome to stay with us as long as she needs.” “Thanks ma.” I replied. “But what is this I hear about your husband being a millionaire or something like that?” She asked, changing the subject with precise expertise that was peculiar only to the Jones’ household. He was actually a billionaire but I didn’t feel the need to correct her, ignorant being bliss and what not. “Yeah well, that happened.”

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

But if we are going to talk, what are we going to talk about? And where are we going to talk? Here in my room? But he said that we are not allowed to be alone in the same room. I'm getting confused. I just changed into a white shirt and a cream colored pajama with a spongebob design. I lay down on my bed and turned on the flatscreen TV in front of me. If I'm not mistaken there is a TV here in every room including the guest rooms, what else can I expect? My husband is a billionaire so I should get used to it. He can even buy the world if he wants to.