Good Morning Billionaire Wife Novels & Stories

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.

After returning to Matthew's mansion, the first thing I did was take a shower and wash my hair to regain my spirit, then I went to sleep. Being a billionaire's wife was really great, I was able to eat well, wear the most expensive outfits and sleep until when I wanted to get up, no one disturbed me. When I woke up it was already mid-afternoon, I quickly found something to eat to fill my empty stomach and continued reading the book that I had not finished yesterday.

“My regards to your daughter. I shall send you an invitation to my father’s funeral.” “I will be there. See you soon.” He wind his window up and zoomed off. I started my wife’s Aston Martin, I can never understand her addiction to his car and I have made up my mind that I am getting her another car soon. I drove the car into the automated garage. Having a multi-millionaire baby as your wife might guarantee a high-tech house. I struggled to open the main door of the house with Athena on my back. She was saying a lot of gibberish I chose not to pay attention to.

She said this because she is worried he had put all his life savings here so maybe he won’t have any more personal finances. Oliver wrapped his hand around her waist “It’s like you forgot you are married to the youngest and richest billionaire in this city” Nuella smiled “No, I didn’t forget, but….” “But nothing, you should have no worries, I only put in the money my grandfather left for me as inheritance not my personal fortune” “Grandfather’s inheritance was that much” Nuella was surprised

It must have left a hole in his pocket. Ethan sighed and stopped before they entered the villa. He turned Amelia to face him and said while holding her arms. "You're my wife. The money I make is for spending on you. Don't worry… I'm a billionaire for a reason. It means I have a lot of money. Plus… I'm not entirely dumb… this place will generate tons of profit so it's an investment too." He said and claimed her lips once more. He seemed to be addicted to her lush lips.

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

She sighs and thinks, “Since when did I become a celebrity? These people seem to have nothing to do but gossip about other people.” The second top searched news was also about her and the Franks. The first news is written, “Alexia Rivas, a Divorcee is the Fiancée of the Richest and Youngest Billionaire in the country.” And the second one being, “Alexia Rivas, seen with the Billionaire Fiancé in front of Excellence Entertainment Center.” They arrive in front of the jewelry company and he is about to alight the car when she holds his hand and asks,

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

I murmured and quickly reached for it. My head was pounding. “I guess you’re here to give the young master an hard time.”She went on,icily. I glanced up at her.”I’m really sorry.I won’t get drunk again.” “You created quite a scandal last night.”She shoved the screen of her cellphone on my face and I watched a video of myself throwing up. It was captioned; “Billionaire Bennett Graham’s wife is an alcoholic.” I choked on the soup and started to cough. “A thief and now an alcoholic.I think the young master has been going too easy on you.You really shouldn’t wish for his wrath.”With that,she walked out of my bedroom.

I could barely see their eyes through the shades, but their postures made it clear—they meant business. “Is this... normal?” I whispered to Stephanie when she came close enough to hug me. The entire scene felt surreal, something straight out of a movie. She chuckled softly, glancing over at the group. “Yes, girl. Your husband’s a billionaire,” she said with a wink, though I couldn’t shake my unease.