Good Morning Billionaire Wife Novels & Stories

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

It was every woman's dream to marry my husband and I was so privileged that I got to marry him too as he had been my childhood crush. But who would tell that the drop-dead gorgeous Adrian Graham, who was the star at every social event barely spoke to his wife? Adrain didn't give a shit about how I was living. He didn't even know my birthday, and he never asked. Every second in that house was tormenting as I kept on thinking about ways I would make him see me, at least then I'd know there was hope of him loving me. "I'd never love you, Sonya Adams, I detest you, stop trying." My dark-haired husband told me months ago. But right now, I was pregnant, and he would definitely love me.

Chapter 2: The billionaire Mr. Luxton With a whole day's worth of roasted chicken to prepare, the workload was immense. Anna, working on an empty stomach, kept at it with her parents until a little past eleven. Wendy called out, "Alright, you go deliver the orders with the tricycle. Your dad and I can handle the rest." With her orders received, Anna untied her apron, washed her hands, and couldn't help but glance down at her stomach again. It was still flat, showing no sign of her pregnancy, but the overwhelming hunger pangs reminded her that the baby inside was hungry too.

Or even more accurately, did they invent money in their house? Even Sharon didn't seem ready to accept defeat yet. "11 million," she said, even though her voice had lost its confidence. And everyone waited, even Hailey's heart was pounding. They all waited for the blonde as if their next breath depended on it. "One Billion." That was brutal. Hailey's jaw dropped and she blinked again and again. She hadn't heard wrong, right? Who the hell was this mysterious lady?

"I shouldn't be surprised. A financial company of this size naturally has a lot of capital. Moreover, his wealth is listed in the top twenty billionaires worldwide." Jasmine smiled broadly. "So, you shouldn't be sad about your incident. Look at it from the positive side. You're now Mrs. Otis Haworth, the billionaire. I'm sure you'll get a lot of monthly money and other benefits." “Brad is also a billionaire,” I teased. Jasmine rolled her eyes. “We're talking about you, not me.” She smiled. "By the way, aren't you angry with me?" I looked at her intently. "I kept my marriage to Otis a secret."

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A hand touched his left shoulder and he jumped in fright, turning back he saw his young beautiful wife holding an umbrella with a devilish grin. ” My dear husband, I must say your smartness intrigues me day in and out, my love for you is increasing every day, if you pull this off we will be the guardians of that little brat and we will control all the companies and money left to her by that stupid dead brother of yours, I cannot wait for that day my love. We have suffered since our Company bankrupted, no one wanted to lend you a hand. But you wait, they will know and see that my husband is the smartest in all the family” ” Mica ssssshhhhh not so loud, control yourself and be patient just a f

she explained. "Sigh, rich people are willful!" She said out of jealousy. I held my phone tightly since I was still very much in shock. I didn't know how that was possible just in a few minutes that I had slept and woken up. Before I slept, Amelia still messaged me that I shouldn't be late and now I was on a sudden holiday. Moreover, how is that a holiday? Working for a billionaire's wife alone was a headache! Those women are snobby and difficult. If the billionaire's wife is a young rich brat, then she was done for.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

The tears, once symbols of despair, now reflected a cleansing process for emotional renewal. "Come here." Alexander whispered to his wife as he opened his arms for an embrace. As they continued to console each other, the room now appeared to be warm and calm. Alexander and Elizabeth emerged not weakened but stronger, their emotional bond now held in the authenticity that only shared discussions could bring. As the echoes of their quiet conversation lingered in the air, the couple, united in their journey, found comfort in the shared understanding that, even in the realm of billionaires world, the true riches lay in the unguarded moments of the heart.