Dumped The Scumbag, Now I'm Married To A Billionaire 소설 & 이야기

“Maybe I just wanted to get out.” “Your tear-stained cheeks say otherwise,” he pointed out, making my face heat up almost immediately. I touched my face and cursed when I felt the moisture from the tears I’d cried still lingering. I knew there was no way of lying my way out of this one. It’s not like it mattered; this man was a complete stranger. I would never see him again after tonight. “I was supposed to get married tomorrow but I just caught my boyfriend with another woman,” I blurted. “I guess he only liked me because I’m the daughter of the Alpha from the Stormwind Pack.”

“Those men all claimed to love me, but once they had me, they changed. When they found out I was sick, they dropped me and left me with just 200 bucks. What’s 200 bucks going to get me?” Through her tears, Cassidy stared at Josh. “I see it now, babe. You’re the only one who truly loved me. Can we start over? You’re my only hope.” “Talia and I are married. Your illness is your own problem. Please leave and don’t ever come back. Please leave us alone. “Otherwise, I’d have security escort you out.” Cassidy’s lips quivered as her expression shifted from shock, bitterness, and rage to utter despair and distress.

They continued shopping until it was getting late in the afternoon and Cass couldn't be more grateful. They decided they would have dinner at one of the restaurants nearby and call it a night. As they were walking out of the mall, Cass saw Stacy again "Well well well, it must be my shitty luck to meet you here again" Stacey stated with her face bunched up Cass ignored and tried to walk past her when Stacey pulled her back by her arm, "Just because you got married to a billionaire you think I am beneath you? We all know he married you out of pity. You are nothing but a pauper, you couldn't afford your tuition" She spat bitterly

Why not to a billionaire? Little did I know that five years later, I'd still be a sick billionaire's virgin wife. My pussy was still throbbing, traitorously wet from having cum in front of my step son moments ago. I gulped and tried to crawl backward like a wounded animal, but he lunged at me, one big hand fisting in my long brunette hair.

“Hah! Do you really think you can pull such stunt? Never! Nobody will believe an unknown woman who had been pregnant before she met me.” “How about the headline of a woman from slums who was pinning her bastard child on a billionaire? Or seducing him and getting pregnant forcefully, turns out the child was never of the rich guy? You cannot prove anything even if I announced that. Go ahead and prove it wrong, nobody will believe your word instead of mine.”

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

It was my first time being in such big hospital that for a second, I had almost thought there wasn't a bathroom and could have puked on the floor and embarrassed myself. Despite being married to one of the wealthiest men in New York, I never got to enjoy such privilege except the few times that Jared insisted on taking me himself, Nichole was all Liam cared about. I hope they both finally have the peaceful happily ever after that they seek. I pushed the thought of him to the back of my head and headed back to the ward. Barely halfway into the room, it suddenly struck me the condition I was in. The divorce had clouded my memory, the trauma from Nichole's ridicule ate deep into me, and I had t

His grip around my waist tightened slightly, firm and possessive, as whispers spread through the room like wildfire. “Is that… Amara Cole?” “The bride who got abandoned last week?” “No… that’s impossible.” “Wait… isn’t she with Wolfe?” My heart pounded violently in my chest. Just days ago, these same people had watched my humiliation circulate across the internet. Videos of my wedding disaster had reached millions of views overnight. And now here I was… standing beside the most powerful billionaire in the city. Alexander leaned closer to my ear, his voice low and calm. “Relax,” he murmured. “You’re trembling.”

I said finally with a raw voice, “Elena,” Mom blinked once, slowly, “And?” I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “She was radiant. Confidence. Successful. Surrounded by investors. She was with these two men, one of whom I did not know—Derek, and the other was Max, from college.” Mom's brows arched, “The billionaire philanthropist?” “Yes,” I spat the word, “He showed up acting like he owns her. Like he has every right to be there. And that other idiot—Derek—hovering around her as if he discovered gold.”

“Scar, just so you know, people are already talking. I*******m, news… they think it’s a romance. Headlines everywhere.” I groaned, standing abruptly. “Perfect. I’m married to a billionaire before even signing anything, and the world is watching. Lena… I’m doomed.” She pulled me into a quick hug. “No way love, you're not doomed. Scarlett Lee? You fight, you survive, you set rules, and you decorate that tower into a palace. Trust me, one year will feel like a lifetime, but you’ll do it your way.”