Good Morning Billionaire Wife Novels & Stories

“Come on, let’s go inside. I know the owner.” I hung back for a moment before I followed. I tried to tell myself that this could be fun, dress shopping with my billionaire husband, but something ugly was nagging at the back of my mind, and the rush of joy I’d been feeling was already starting to sour in my stomach.

He asked quietly, taking a seat by her side on the bed. “I just want you to do what you want to do. Don’t stay with me out of pity or something. Back there, the spotlight was on you and Danielle, you should go and enjoy it.” “Will you stop bringing that woman’s name in our conversation? Please? And for the spotlight, I careless about it. Adele I’m not staying here out of pity. I just found out my wife is pregnant and I’m excited. I want to spend time with you, not with some billionaire’s who have run out of ideas on how to spend their money so they go about organizing events to do shitty auctions. I would never choose that over you.”

"Good evening and thank you to the attendees who have taken the time to come to this event. I held this party solely to welcome my wife's return from her long coma a few days ago and to welcome the birth of our second son. In this opportunity I will formally introduce my wife to all of you. Eden, come down honey." Applause began to sound loudly after Aciel loudly called his wife to come down from the second floor. All eyes are now only focused on the marble white staircase that looks so beautiful with various kinds of flower petals decorated around the banister. And the seconds of Eden's descent from the second floor became too long for Aciel because Eden didn't come down even though he had

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

she scoffed at the thought of that. "Oh, it occurred to me that you don't have a good memory". She walks around her in circles . "Let me remind you, I'm Daisy Campbell; Milo Kai Anton's wife. What is he again...?" She tapped her index finger at the corner of her lips. "Ye...yes, I heard is a Billionaire. I heard he owns Westwood city". Elleney stared at her in a daze, but she didn't stop. She continued "...it can be safe to say that he is a robber, probably a kidnapper because...".

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

And it’s absurd! When he saw my expression, he clenched his teeth. While thinking about this craziness, I shook my head. I wiped my lips with the tablecloth after lowering the spoon and fork onto the dish. After that, I raised my eyes to his. "First and foremost, Mister, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Kassandra Ympress, and there are three things you should know about me: first, I am not your wife; second, you've mistaken me for your wife, and I don't understand why you couldn't see the difference; and third, I understand the source of your madness. Your wife did so many horrible things, and it's natural for you to be that mad. Only taking it out on someone who isn’t your wife make

Mostly about his looks. The woman on the screen had platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Beautiful. Fit for a billionaire’s wife. “Heiress of the Garcia Estates,” Gabby breathed, scrolling like her life depended on it. “Isn’t she just stunning.” “Wow,” I said, meaning it about as much as she needed me to, and went back to my folder. I didn’t care much either way. Good for him. “She really is.” She sighed dreamily before slumping in the chair by my desk. “To be a billionaire's wife.”

She finally mustered up the courage to look up at her cousin who just asked about her personal life and smiled, “it’s the truth. I haven’t seen my dear husband in six months” Six months was a bit of an understatement. Four years she’s been married to the number one business mogul in the world, four years and she could count the number of times spent with her dear husband Damien Castillo. Seeing the twinge of pity at the corner of her cousin’s eye she sighed deeply, “Come on Jeff. You know my matrimony isn’t the regular- “I don’t care Eva. You should leave him.” “I can’t” “Why??’. Raising his voice in disbelief.