Novel & Cerita Good Morning Billionaire Wife

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

"Happy 5th anniversary, honey! Hope Daniel gives you a special surprise this year! 💕" Surprise. Alina laughed bitterly alone in the dark room. Oh, there was a surprise. Just not the kind Emma meant. The surprise was a video of her husband picking up his ex-wife at the airport with a smile he'd never given her. The clock showed two in the morning when Alina finally fell asleep—exhausted from crying, exhausted from hoping, exhausted from being a wife who was never truly a wife.

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

She said excitedly. Viren was trying to focus on work, but he couldn’t help but look at his wife who was talking to her friends. She was showing them the private jet. After talking to them, she called her parents and then started clicking pictures with different poses. He was enjoying her antics, he was wondering how long it would take her to accept the fact that she is the wife of a Billionaire. He remembered her blabbering when she saw his mansion,”Wow! It looks like a palace just like a fairy tale.”

It didn’t take long before the crowd recognize who the two are after they took a pic in front of the massive Christmas tree with the large crowd as witnesses. “Is he Tyler Barns?” “It’s his wife, right?” “What’s her name again?” “Althea? Wait, let me look it up—” “It’s really them!” “Who?” “The youngest billionaire in the city who gave his company to his wife—!” “Wha—he’s hot—” “Go, go, let’s ask for a pic—” “I was the first one who—” “Move it—!” “Let m—” It was pure chaos.

“You’re my wife.” I didn’t say anything. He stepped back, pulled his sleeves up, and grabbed his phone from his pocket, “let’s go.” We walked out through the main hallway and every staff member moved like clockwork. A butler opened the front door before we even got there, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting out front, engine running, doors already open. I looked at him. “Seriously?” He put on his sunglasses. “You married a billionaire. What did you expect, Uber?”

I buried my face into a pillow then whimpered. My phone chimed from the bedside table I had placed it on. I rolled over to reach for it. It was a call from an unknown number. I answered the call then placed the half-destroyed phone to my ear. I had to make a list of the things I needed Kaiden to buy for me. How could I be a Billionaire's wife and still use this sort of shit I called a phone? The thought of being rich swung in my head and I almost did a happy dance. What a change of level from a poor orphan to a Billionaire's wife.

Not now, buddy, we have a lot of things planned out for her today. She finishes the pancakes and takes a bite out of the muffins, chewing carefully. A sliver of nerves passes through me, and I internally facepalm myself. I'm Julian Blackwood, Forbes' number one self-made billionaire, and I'm here getting nervous over my wife's reaction to my muffins. "Well… do you like it?" She looks back at me, her blank face fading away as her brilliant smile replaces it. "This is so good!," she giggles, jumping into my embrace.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"