Novel & Cerita Fallen For My Tycoon Wife

"NO! That only happened once. It was a mistake! Didn't you marry me for money and the fancy life? You got shares in Moretti Corporation. You had everything you could only dream of before. Now you're my wife - the woman married to the richest CEO in the country. You have everything other people can only wish for. So stop acting like a child and listen to me. Come back tomorrow." A small smile came to my lips as I laughed and cried at the same time. "Wife of the richest CEO? My life was worse than someone living on the streets.

I had responded him rudely. “Issac is perfect! You know nothing!” “You’re still so young, Ty—” “That’s none of your fucking business! Unless you want me for yourself!” “Tyler!!!” My mother had yelled. “You crossed the line!!! Apologize!” “Neverrr!!!!” Issac had been a knight in shining armor before our marriage. He had been at the police academy with a bright future. His parents had been rich and he had portrayed himself as a romantic hero who couldn’t find his Miss Right. He had treated me like I was his princess, and I had believed that despite the red flags.

What's the use of being her husband when the trust wasn't solid enough? "She's so stupid," Lilian heard Emily scoff inside. "She thought you were my cousin then she foolishly fell in love with you and signed her company over to you after you simply got married to her, not knowing I am the only one you love. She's such a good little pawn, isn't she? Now take a good look at us. We're fucking rich, Wilson! We are wealthy with her money floating everywhere!" Emily exclaimed loudly, giggling and laughing.

“I was just saying I didn’t know what to get from the mall.” He looked at me properly, his gaze steady and warm. “Emily, there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re just too humble,” he said gently. “You’re a billionaire’s wife. I’m definitely buying you a car. Let your husband spoil you.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I felt my lips curve into a shy smile. “Okay… hubby,” I said, almost whispering the word. Tyler smiled proudly . He squeezed my hand, lacing our fingers together, and we continued walking.

“Ruin? The assets are returning to the primary holding. You are the sole heir to everything.” “You actually think I care about the assets?” I laughed—a short, raw, terrible sound. “I’m not interested in the money you were trying to use to control me. I’m interested in the truth. And I’m going to dismantle every single person who had a hand in the death of my wife. Every lawyer, every operative, every shareholder, and every damn family member.” I pointed a finger straight at Julian Vance.

My heart fluttered as he knelt down, his eyes locked on mine. "Emily," he began, his voice soft yet filled with emotion. "I want to give you the world. I want to give you my life, my heart, my body, and my soul. I want to wake up next to you every morning as my wife. I want you to be my partner, my Mrs. Marcel. I want the world to know you are mine. Will you marry me?" Tears of joy streamed down my face as I wiped them away. "I love you too," I whispered, but Ethan remained there, waiting for my answer. The room echoed with voices saying, "Say yes!"

Staring back at the article, Jada read further down, and tears started to set in her eyes from the rage inside. "Chase Aniston's ego would not let the happy couple be after Miss Hudson humiliated him by refusing his marriage proposal, so he took advantage of Miss Hudson's memory loss and turned her against her husband, ruining both their relationships forever." The reviews on the article were brutal against Chase, and all the commenters were anonymous.

Now that he had run me bankrupt to square zero, he decided to make me useless. “I'm the one Tyler loves, I have always been the one. Isabella, you have been his wife for a long time now, it's time to give it up”. I still couldn't believe what was happening. How could Tyler do this to me? I didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. I was just sitting there weak, hopeless and alone on the floor. I gradually opened my eyes to meet Nicollete's eyes open with wide fury! She sneered and pinched my arm with her long nails.

He bent down, scooping a crying Leo up into his massive arms, cradling him tightly against his chest before reaching out to pull Elara securely against his side, his large hand resting protectively over her waist. He looked directly at Evelyn, his voice dropping into a quiet, freezing look that carried the absolute, unshakeable power of the Hawthorne dynasty. "Yes," Tyler replied, his dark eyes glittering with a cold, protective fire. "She is my wife. And this is my son." "And why do you care? Your wife?" Evelyn asked, her face tightening with a sudden, aristocratic disgust as she tried to regain her footing. "Have you forgotten she is your cousin’s ex-wife? How come you married your cousin’

“Such a dirty little slut. Eighteen years old and begging for married cock in broad daylight.” Tyler was thirty-eight, built like a god from years of construction work, and married to a beautiful but cold wife who was currently twenty feet away in their kitchen. I’d been teasing him for weeks, short dresses, no bra, “accidental” bends in the yard. Today, when his wife stepped inside to answer the phone, he finally snapped. He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit fast and rough. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me.” I came hard, biting his hand to stay quiet as my pussy fluttered around his thick shaft. Tyler groaned and buried himself deep, flooding me with hot, thick rop