Novel & Cerita Good Morning Billionaire Wife

So 'Do' was his name? Perhaps he was Chinese? "He’s inside, ma’am. He’s been waiting for you," the housekeeper replied. "Thanks. Menchie, come," Mama urged, and we stepped inside. I had not expected the interior to be this breathtaking and expansive. I wasn’t sure why I was still astonished. After all, in my former life, this had been the standard of our home. "Your boyfriend is incredibly wealthy, mom," I remarked in admiration. "Just fortunate," she answered lightly.

Luciano lifted me onto board table — crop top, belly, wedding skirt — and kissed me like no board meeting ever saw. Vanessa ran out, calling lawyer. Mrs. Potts burst in: "Ma'am! Sir! T****k! Your board speech! Someone leaked! 5 MILLION views! And—" She showed phone. *BREAKING: Billionaire's chubby wife takes over hospital board while pregnant in crop top wedding dress — investors love her! Stock up 8%!* Luciano laughed against my belly. "My queen. You just made me $80 million in 10 minutes. Still think you are just nanny?"

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.

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

The modest surroundings of the diner served as a poignant reminder of her journey, where her name had become synonymous with opulence and wealth. As Ariana bid farewell to Javan Kia and Mary, she stepped outside the diner, standing on the bustling city sidewalk, waiting for her driver to arrive. The city's energy buzzed around her, but she found a moment of peace in the midst of it. As she waited, her phone buzzed with a text message. She quickly checked it and saw a message from Williams, her billionaire husband. He expressed how much he missed her. Her face lit up, and she couldn't help but giggle as she read his words, feeling a warmth in her heart.

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.