Novel & Cerita Good Morning Billionaire Wife

Some people go to the gym, some go to nightclubs, and my billionaire husbands decided to work and make more money. I was used to being a thousandaire, but now as a billionaire's wife, a new mom with too many zeros attached to my name, I decided to take Remy who needed a distraction from his current love life. I hated that Ghazi was putting him through such an ordeal, but there was nothing I can do but be there for my Remy.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in the City of New York. Mrs Garcia woke up to find one side of the bed empty. She searched the room for her husband only to find him coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and talking on the phone. "Thank you so much," he said and ended the call "My love, guess what?" he said after greeting his wife with a kiss "You know I don't like guessing games. What happened?" Mrs Garcia asked "We got the invitation to the Billionaire's meet," he announced with lots of excitement

I could only hear the ticking of the clock. “I’m sorry…” I let out a small, breathless laugh. “Did you just say billion?” “Yes.” I shook my head slowly. This had to be a mistake. Recently, I was begging my husband not to leave me and today… “You’re saying I’m… a billionaire?” I whispered. “Yes, Mrs. Debbie.” Nothing felt real anymore. Not my marriage. Not my pain. Not even this. I looked down at my hands. They were still shaking but something else was there now. Something new that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Control.

It got to a time when he had missed his little wife so damn much, he had to call Red wondering why he wasn't with his girl but Red had reasons which he understood and so he had been waiting for his wife. Aliyah laughed heartily, her beautiful set of teeth on display, her face so bright leaving the billionaire stunned for a minute…. There was no argument about it, his little wife was so beautiful…gosh! Beautiful was an understatement… She was ravishingly gorgeous. Aliyah's laughter seemed to fade slowly as she saw that her husband only stood not even moving at all, infact he stared at her …. No smile…. She rubbed her hands together, feeling very awkward. It seems her surprise didn't turn out

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.

Woods when I'm making fun of her, but when she claimed everything was because of how close we were, I felt awful. Does she consider me a hedonistic billionaire who sleeps with a different woman every day? After all, how could she act so normally following such a passionate kiss—hadn't my kiss even remotely affected her? She is not my wife, so from now on, I won't be calling her Mrs. Woods. My marriage to her is simply based on a contract that I have to use to restrain my feelings for her. "Oh no, Mr. Woods, your grandma sent only one pair of each item, so we should divide them up based on our individual needs." Hearing her voice, I came out of my dream world.

He mumbled in a trance, “Help me! Send me to the hospital… I’ll pay you 10 million…” She was stunned. 10 million? Did I save the world’s richest man by chance? At the payment window, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Hayes—” She was about to give her name when the cashier interrupted, "Oh, you're the daughter of our hospital director, Tessa Darwin, right?" Tessa Darwin was her identical twin sister. Their faces and heights were like carbon copies of each other. But... their fates were entirely different.

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

Staring at the computer now I don't even know what to say, I scoff, definitely not a marriage of love if he looked at his wife that way. Also stated here that he is a billionaire who has wealth from investing in major shares of other companies after he founded his tech. Something brushes past my eyes and I click on the link, the accident of Katherine Anderson. It felt like my skin pickled at the sight of it and when I clicked the video, I'm watching as she is packed up in batches and the car was brutally destroyed. It was a miracle she survived, some comments had said. There was something about the way she survived, there was something I needed to know, which made it possible for me to be he