Married To My Billionaire Half-brother-in-law นิยาย & เรื่องราว

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

He was just present and saying the things he meant and leaving space for her to do the same. She hadn’t met many people like that. “My sister married a billionaire,” she said. “Complicated situation. People tried to use me to get to them. It got worse before it got better.” She paused. “It’s better now.” “Good.” “That’s all you’re going to say?” “What else would I say?” “Most people want details. The money. The drama.” “Most people are nosy.” He wrapped both hands around his cup. “I was asking about you, not the situation.”

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

He said, and that's when I remembered that I am married to a billionaire, who is the CEO of one the most popular food companies in America. "Oh, I forgot" I muttered, and Mavis smiled, and focused back on his laptop, checking out the best plasma TV. I looked at Mavis, and he was so focused on what he was doing, I needed to talk to him about the intruder. "Mavis" I called his name, and he looked at me with that handsome face of his that almost cut me off guard. "Yes Denise," He said. I blinked my eyes so that I would focus. "I have a suggestion," I said.

Nathaniel said coldly. “It seems you have. Nathaniel Brooke. The cold-hearted billionaire is married. Who would have thought that marriage was something that could even be said close to your name? You have really become soft indeed”. “Don't tell me you came all the way from Australia to tell me that David?” “And you got married to someone that has a lot of drama too. I can't wait to meet my sister-in-law. Only a few days after taking over the company, she has taken the stock price to five times its value. Reminds me of someone in this room”

We made it to the hallway before she appeared. Kimberley stepped directly into our path, her smile perfectly fake. "Hailey, it's been awhile." I stopped. Maxwell's hand tightened on mine. "Congratulations on the marriage." Her eyes flickered to Maxwell. "Though the timing was... interesting." "Was it?" I asked, trying to be calm. "Marrying your ex-husband's half-brother days after becoming a billionaire?" Her laugh was fake. "That's interesting, it makes eople talk. Wondering if it's love or something else."

I just wanted out. She tried to argue. I was entitled to half of everything according to the prenup. I could take millions. “I didn't care. I would rather have nothing than spend another second tied to that family,” I told her. The papers were ready in two days. I signed them the moment I got home from the hospital. My signature was steady and clear, nothing like the desperate, looping scrawl I had used to sign our marriage certificate three years ago. I left them on Marcus's desk with a single sentence:

But I remember that he paid me to act like a contented wife while we are here. The group that had surrounded his brother parts just a little to make way and the billionaire finally steps out of the tight shell. "Lord of sweet heavens!!" I mutter in shock. The man . . . I mean, the billionaire, my husband's brother, is none other than the man I slept with a week ago! My gorgeous escort, Oren Weiss! Should I run?

I expected some kind of reaction—maybe awe or curiosity—but there was none. I guess it wasn’t a big deal to them. Sabrina is married to a millionaire, and Eunice is dating one. Half the girls here are connected to someone wealthy in some way. Being married to Jaydon, the youngest billionaire, didn’t make me special in their eyes. It was just another fact, another name to add to the list.

“Since we started dating, Mason, it feels like Damien owns you. Every time we’re together, you leave because he calls. Your mother already doesn’t like me because I’m not from a wealthy family, and now you expect me to play hostess to Damien’s wife? Do you know how that makes me feel?” Mason reached out, gently taking her hand and pressing his lips to her knuckles. “You’re misunderstanding everything. I don’t want you to feel lonely during Christmas, baby. That’s why I suggested you keep Damien’s wife company. I won’t be here—I’ve got business to handle.” Naomi pulled her hand away. “Can’t you say no, Mason? You just got married, and now you’re running off to Damien. He has assistants, and s