Novel & Cerita Good Morning Billionaire Wife

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.”

Aciel's sobs were stuck next to Eden. A nurse who was about to move Eden to the treatment room seemed to be standing doubtfully in front of the operating door when she saw the CEO of the most famous automotive company in America crying next to his wife's frail body which was very pale. The young woman then chose to leave and let Aciel be alone with his wife for a while.

“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

It was the twenty fourth day in the month of November precisely nine Thirty four AM in the morning. "Mrs. Robinson" A lady in her late forties called out from the door side as she walked close to go give Mrs. Robinson a warm embrace. She had seen Mrs. Robinson in her shiny red long gown which flowed flawlessly on the ground. She had her hair done in a way that it was going to be envied by a lot of friends that came to the party to see her. Mrs. Robinson was the wife of the richest Billionaire in Seattle. A lot of person's envied her family and wished to have her kind all to themselves.

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.

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.