Novel & Cerita Good Morning Billionaire Wife

Through the tinted window I saw Damian standing in his doorway, holding Chloe's arm, staring at the license plate, his perfect cold face finally pale, finally understanding that the penniless nobody he just divorced was not a nobody at all. And tomorrow, all of New York would know. Tomorrow, the billionaire's ex-wife would return as a secret billionaire. And she would own the building he lives in.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air while I occupied the kitchen counter, wearing a cream blouse and fitted trousers, readying myself for another day at West Corporation. The television hummed gently in the background, the morning news delivering its standard mix of headlines and celebrity chatter—only this time, I was the focus. *“CEO Natalie West Seen on Date with Billionaire Ethan Sterling.”*

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

"No, we'll leave together. I don't want the sleazy tabloids capturing shit about our marriage." At that, she chuckled humorlessly, unbothered by his anger. "You've done a good job painting the reality of what it is to the media already. I won't be made a clown a second time." Then she reached for her phone and ordered a cab in front of the nanny and the Stark family chauffeur who had come in a limo to pick them up. What the fuck was she trying to pull? What new scheme could she be cooking? Alessandro knew he couldn't make a scene there and swallowed his rage, watching as a small cab drove in and the new wife of the richest billionaire in America according to Forbes, entered with their baby.

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

The bedroom door swings open. He walks in holding red roses. “My beautiful wife is awake,” he grins, sitting beside me as I sit up. I blink. “Wait. Did you just call me beautiful?” This must be a good day. He laughs. “Look, you are my jackpot.” “Jackpot?” “Yeah. My ticket out of poverty for life.” “What do you mean?” “The billionaire from last night. He wants to see you again.” My eyes widen as I fight to hide the flush creeping up my face.

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.

By tomorrow morning, everyone would know. My coworkers at the design firm. My friends from college. Chloe. They’d all wake up to the headlines: Billionaire Adrian Blackwood’s Mystery Wife. My stomach gave a loud, angry growl. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast—before the stylist appointment, before the confrontation, before the move. In the chaos of selling my life away, I’d forgotten that food existed. I padded out of my room, my bare feet silent on the cold tile. The penthouse was dark, save for the ambient glow of the city lights filtering in through the massive windows.

He really loved making a big deal out of nothing. A nurse walked into the ward, smartly. She was dressed in her neat uniform and wore a warm smile. “Good morning, Mrs Adrian, I must say we are really honored to have you in our hospital”. She recited. “Why is that?” I asked with furrowed brows. “Are you not the wife to one of the most successful billionaires in America?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, yes I am”. I replied, feigning a fake smile.