Married To My Billionaire Nemesis Novels & Stories

"Unless you've been doing more than just keeping house these past three years? Maybe with that handsome designer friend of yours?" The accusation hit exactly where she intended, scraping against raw wounds – my marriage to Kyle, my lost babies, everything still bleeding beneath the surface. But I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me break. "Do you ever get tired?" I asked instead. Taylor blinked, perfect mask slipping just slightly. "What?" "Of living in lies. Of twisting everything to suit your narrative." I stepped closer, watching her composure crack just a fraction. "Does it exhaust you, Taylor? Always plotting, always manipulating, always trying to destroy anything good in my

Straightening back up his hand snaked around me cupping my butt and lips mashed against mine in a dominant kiss. Breaking apart we resumed our walk to the front as I stared at the man of my dreams, a smile possessing my lips on its own. His posture straight and expression stolid as he delivered short nods at the familiars. For the world he was still the arrogant, domineering billionaire people thought thrice to cross path with, but for me he was the sweetest, devoted and loving husband.

It couldn't be just any girl. He had to be able to bribe whoever was with him, especially if they were going to spend time together. The lawyer told him that they could meet at one of Stefano's favorite coffee shops in ten minutes. After some time, both were at the cafeteria table. "So what you want is to draw up a marriage contract in which it is specified that after that time you both will not see each other again, right?" "That's right" answered the man with the last name Mancini.

Second Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy “You really have no idea who you’re messing with. Apologize now and I promise I won’t destroy you completely,” Justin Gerano growled in anger. “How about I give you a reason to destroy me even more,” she retorted, and the next thing he felt was a sting on his cheek as she had slapped him. “How dare you?!” He roared.

First, I married Aaron Knight, the richest billionaire in the world, my'so-called,' husband, who doesn't even look at me once, he despises me that much. I despise him because he pushed me to marry him, which is why I despise him so much. "But Amy, I'm not hungry; I just need to sleep," I said her as my sight wandered across the living room to a huge, expensive-looking couch. To be honest, I don't have much of an appetite after this marriage. "No, no, sweetie, at the very least eat a bit. You'll enjoy my cuisine, I'm sure "She persisted, a puppy expression on her face.

She quirks an eyebrow, sitting across from me. "Why?" "Short honeymoon." "My husband is the busiest man on earth." I huff. "Sucks being married to a billionaire." Vanessa flips her long chair and sinks back on the chair. "Didn't think you'd meet me." "Why wouldn't I meet you?" "Every single that Damien dates hates my guts."

As he approached me, my pulse hammered in my throat and my first instinct was to run out of the office, however I remained in the spot. As he stood in front of me, his gaze flit down to my mouth and returned to my eyes again, and fir some split second, I thought he was really going to kiss me. My throat went dry and I blinked my eyes rapidly. "You need the money and I need you!" He suddenly said and I frowned in confusion. Need me? He must be joking. Wait a minute, he needed me in his bed? He wanted to marry so he could sleep with me? What kind of a lunatic is this man? Ferdinand Steel, or whatever Mr O'Connor had called him earlier.

"What aren’t you telling me, Damian?" He tensed, looking away. "Some debts," he said slowly, "go deeper than money. And some enemies... won't stop until they destroy you completely." Aurora studied him, her mind spinning. She could see it now—the cracks in his icy facade, the weight he carried behind his arrogance. "You think marrying me will stop them?" she asked, her voice softer now. "It’ll buy me time," Damian admitted. "Time to figure out my next move." The car rolled to a stop in front of his penthouse, and the driver quickly stepped out to open the door. But neither of them moved.

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

Just that tired, empty kind of smile people wear when they’re done pretending not to be hurt. The phone buzzed again. This time it was Jenna from work. Then Simi. Then a number I didn’t recognize, probably some journalist with a sleazy blog. I pressed the phone down against the table and took another sip. Everyone had seen it. The headline still burned behind my eyes: "Married Billionaire Caught Kissing Ex-Fling at Private Resort—Where Was His Wife?" The answer was simple: I was there. In that same damn resort. A few rooms away, humming while I shaved my legs and laid out the lingerie I’d bought just for him.