Married To My Billionaire Nemesis Novels & Stories

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

But as enemies from the past close in and long-buried family secrets come to light, I begin to uncover the truth about the boy Mars used to be—and the reason he’s hated my family for years. Unfortunately, Marcellus Gregory doesn’t believe in divorce. Only possession. Too bad for him. I fully intend to make those hundred days the worst hell of his life. …. This is the spinoff for Married To My Billionaire Nemesis. What are you waiting for?! ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY AND READ! Yours Truly❤️

Tatiana stared coldly at Clarisse. Her brothers might have been fooled by that mother-and-daughter pair, but Tatiana wasn’t. She hated them too much to fall for their act. “Don’t you already have a ‘daughter’ who is so precious, respectable, well-mannered, and far more educated than I am?” Her eyes flicked toward Oktavia. “So why marry a worthless, ungrateful daughter like me to a billionaire?” Tatiana gave a bitter laugh. “Are you not afraid I’ll take advantage of him and make all of you miserable?”

“I wasn't the person who arranged your marriage.” “But you knew the clause existed.” “I knew there was a clause. I did not know its full wording until I obtained this copy.” Maya looked between them. Neither man seemed willing to give her the answer she wanted, and she was beginning to suspect that neither possessed it. The marriage had started as a bargain. It had become a source of danger, suspicion, and feelings she had never intended to develop. Now it appeared to be tied to a promise made before she understood what promises could cost.

His smirk deepens, his eyes locking onto mine with that same volatile heat that always existed between us. "You're welcome, wife." I'm married to a ghost who won't stay dead. My ex is probably having an aneurysm. My entire brand is now built on this walking red flag. And the most pathetic part? A tiny, champagne-soaked piece of me is buzzing with something that feels suspiciously like thrill. This is going to absolutely ruin me. "You should get ready. We're leaving Vegas in a bit," he casually says, and my jaw drops. "WHAT?!"

“Come with me.” He led me through a side door and into a quiet corridor away from the event and the noise and the careful faces of everyone watching Julian Vane’s new fiancée settle into his world. The corridor was empty and dim and he stopped near a window and turned to face me. He looked like a man who had rehearsed something many times and had just decided to abandon the rehearsal entirely. “Mara Voss was my wife,” he said. I kept my face open and my voice steady. “You were married before.”

His grandfather cut his steak before speaking, “This marriage happened too sudden.” “We didn’t have a choice after the scandal,” Vivian replied… scandal. The word made my chest ache. My father cleared his throat awkwardly but avoided looking at me. I felt alone surrounded by people, then Ethan’s aunt leaned back in her chair and smiled at me, “So Natalie… tell us something… how does it feel marrying the man your sister loves?” The room went silent. Pain twisted in my stomach, I lowered my eyes before answering, “I didn’t steal Ethan from Layla.”

I stared at him for a full two seconds before I thought that I was indeed very cheap for tolerating Samantha for him all those years ago. I snickered and decided to ignore him. I turned around to leave, only to suddenly hear arrogant laughter behind me. “You clearly came here for Clark, and you’re still not admitting it?” “She hasn’t given up, has she? Wasn’t she really tough when she canceled the wedding all those years ago?” “Right now, Clark is the law firm’s partner and is about to marry someone rich. She must be regretting it.” Their words made me burn in rage. I could accept them thinking that my handbag and watch were fakes, but I could not accept them thinking that I still loved Clar

I told him as he reeled in pain, "And, Next time, learn how to talk to a lady, bloody asshole." My smile never left my face and I walked through the crowd, a space demarcated for me to pass through as I did, leaving the entire Hall stunned. That was how I met my cheating husband, Daniel Carter.

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”