Fallen For My Tycoon Wife Novels & Stories

“But get this… she’s working for Danreb Scott.” Gladys’s mouth dropped open. “Danreb Scott? The CEO of Scott Corporation? How is that even possible?” “I don’t know,” Stephanie replied. Thinking about the idea simply filled her with disgust. “But it’s obvious. She probably seduced him, convinced him to give her a job. You know how she is.” Gladys shook her head, still trying to comprehend it. “I can’t believe this,” she muttered. “How could she manage that? A business tycoon like Danreb Scott?”

“Yet you didn't call.” Lyra blinked again, caught off guard. “May said you're fine. You sent ointments, remember? A dead man won't do that.” “That means you missed me then?” Ughhhh…. She racked her head for a comeback, but all she got was her brain humming ‘gotcha.’ ‘Checkmate.’ Damnit. Lyra rolled her eyes but her cheeks flamed. Then she tried to change the topic. “The steering literally glides.” “It's okay to admit it.” Tyson had a cocky look. “I'm your husband.”

“This one is for your ignorance. You don’t even deserve your position. You got your job, your CEO title, and even my billion-dollar contract because of Audrey. She built you while you were sleeping. She supported you, carried you, and stood by you. And you call her a parasite? A seductress? Mind you, she is the love of my life… and the real tycoon’s daughter.” Alan staggered back in shock. “What…?” “No! That’s impossible!” Mrs. Helen exclaimed as she, Caroline, and Jack rushed onto the stage. Alan’s mind suddenly flashed back—memories of the tycoon carrying me on the day of the incident, the moment he divorced me after my miscarriage, and how, whenever he complained or made requests in the c

My eyes cloud with tears. “She did what?” His grip loosens a little around my wrist but he still doesn’t let go “She shouldn’t ha-“ “Well she did. And what are you going to do about it?” I ask staring into his green eyes. His head drops and shoulders slump in defeat and that tells me all I need to know. “Exactly! That’s what I thought. Who am I to ask anything of the elite society of New York. I’m just a secretary the boss manages to fuck when he gets bored fucking his fiancé” I spit the words out like venom.

“Oh. That's not what I mean to say. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say all those things to you. Well… if you won't say I've stepped out of board, I spoke to my brother about him. Trust me I put in some good words for him, he's willing to give him a spot at his company. I'll be slightly ridiculous. They're paying well, it'll be enough for both of you and the child.” She cupped her face in between her palms, looking at him without saying a word. She extended her left hand to grab the glass, guzzled the champagne in a draught, and burped quietly as she covered her mouth. “I don't know how to start.” “What are you saying?” With his eyelashes flickered with curiosity, his eyes peered into hers tryin

I had changed every single stuff on my floor a few months back after finally getting a way out of the bargain. Every single woman has repulsed me and although it has taken Dezreel a lot before she had agreed to let me go, including the death of her father, she had succumbed to it later on, but not without letting me know that she was going to rain hell on me. Hell on me? I had scoffed. No one else can except I gave the person the right to. Oddly, I had everything now, power, money, and even fame and I still felt hollow, still felt withdrawn like I had failed in life.

“Now that I think about it, I won’t even need to work for shit. Newsflash, sir, I’m also getting married soon.” Graeme’s expression flashed with a possessive rage. “What the fuck do you mean by that?” “I’m getting married.” Macy repeated, taking perverse glee in watching the way fury contorted his expression into an ugly mask. “My son’s father is the eldest son of a wealthy family. He’s interested in marrying me. I said yes.” “What?” Graeme breathed, looking stunned.

"No matter what happens, you'll always be family." "Don't!" I recoiled, my voice breaking. "You knew we were in lo—" "Enough!" His sharp tone froze me mid-sentence. For the first time in all my years knowing him, his kind eyes turned flinty. "Whatever promises Damon made don't matter. His wife will be Giana. That's not negotiable." The floor tilted beneath me. This couldn't be the same man who'd taught me to ride bicycles, who'd tucked me in after nightmares. That beloved face had become a stranger's mask, his parting words—"The maid will bring clean clothes"—landing like a judge's gavel.

I chimed in, hating the tone of his voice, he wanted to introduce me as his wife in an unruly way which seemed unfair to me. "I like the wits of your wife, straight forward and business minded. This is the calibre of women we Tycoons want as a wife not some young peasants that always finds way to drain the life out of your soul with their long items list." Mr Nicholas uttered stealing glances at me, he was indirectly talking to Xavier. Damien gave me the thumbs up sign, he knew that if I continued with this act, we'll walk out of here a billion dollar richer, which would entail more investment, more work and less fun. "Get seat and please Mrs Irene, sit close to me, let's begin, I would like

“When Ty showed me your photo and introduced you as his girlfriend, I thought he was joking. After all, you look so much like my wife. At first, I thought that was a picture of my wife. “But Ty knew nothing about my wife’s past, as I never mentioned it to him. “I was going to find an opportunity to talk to Ty about it, but then... This happened. Now, Grand Land International is bankrupt, and Ty is missing.” His words carried a sense of sadness. His eyes were visibly filled with grief as he mentioned Titus’s disappearance. “Grand Land International was founded by Ty and me back then. We used my wife’s family name and Ty’s middle name. Ty once said he wanted to turn Grand Land into a business