Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

His new wife treated me like trash and I grew with that trauma. Things got worse when they had Veronica. She was their treasure, the one who got all the love and attention, she was born lucky; I was lucky to be born. It's been more than twenty years now. I left home immediately after college to start my own life and last week, Veronica came for my engagement party and she has been with me ever since. I can't believe that just last week, I had been living a blissful life, planning my wedding with my boyfriend, Tristan. Today, I'm locked up in this stinky cell.

6 Months Later It had been six months since the Walker family shocked the entire country with an announcement that changed the course of high society forever. The sudden transfer of Eleanor Walker's private assets to her grandson's wife had become the biggest topic of conversation among the elite. Nobody had expected Emma Walker. Few knew of her existence despite the high profile life of her husband, Billionaire and heir to the Walker Empire, Noah Walker. The woman who had spent three years quietly standing beside him had suddenly become one of the richest women in the country.

I have been the perfect wife to Marcus Blackwood, the powerful CEO of a billion-dollar empire, for five years. What I never knew was that the woman living under my roof as his "cousin" was his secret lover — and together, they had been quietly accelerating the brain cancer already killing me. But I woke up this time with something I never had before. Memories. Of my last life.. Now I’ve got three weeks left to live. So what does a dying woman with nothing left to lose do with a billionaire's darkest secrets? She burns it all down..

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

“Whenever you are, I’m here. Me. Sky. You’ve got us. And we’re not going anywhere.” Her eyes shimmered, and she pulled me into a soft hug. “Thank you, Essence. Really.” “Enough about me,” she said after a moment. “Tell me about you. How was lunch with your billionaire husband?” I grinned. “Oh, you know, just another regular day with a hot CEO who calls me beautiful in front of lawyers. Nothing big.” Hailey rolled her eyes. “Must be nice.” “It is,” I said, smiling. “Honestly, I didn’t think life would taste sweet again. But it does—with him.”

Farrah's POV I and Miller are already married for two years, it's funny how things ended up, I was once a Stevens but now I'm Farrah Mae Miller... It fits my name well, right? Haha, well I never thought that my husband is more than just a billionaire, he inherited a lot of islands, like what the hell? I didn't expect it, I'm convinced that he's a billionaire but owning a lot of islands is so surprising for me, you can't imagine how unbelievable it is, but then and it becomes our business, a resort island.

Chuckling to myself, I imagined lounging on one of his yachts, sipping the world's finest wine, and having a blast party with my friends. I daydreamed of taking vacations to different countries four times in a year, or better yet, every month, since my soon to be husband could afford it. Oh my! Having Andrew Walker as a husband would really be a dream come true. I could just picture the envy in my friends' eyes when I became Mrs. Walker. "Damn those journalists for spreading false rumors! I should be living this life already!" I lamented as I kept daydreaming about the luxurious life I would have as the wife of a billionaire.

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

After marrying Francis in her previous life, it was akin to her wings being broken and ruthlessly ripped off her back, thereby she willingly became his housewife, but what awaited her was a terrifying end that not only claimed her life but that of her loved ones. Even after she had compared the odds, she still decided to marry Leonardo. After all, she could occasionally use his name to scare off others. She was the fox behind the tiger, and she would pave the way for her future while dealing with her enemies from her past life. Nonetheless, Leonardo merely pursed his lips, hummed a reply, and had an expression that illustrated his eagerness to see what she would do when they start living tog