Married To My Billionaire Nemesis Novels & Stories

God knows how he knows my exact size. My makeup was flawless, the hair slicked and pinned—perfect. Yet underneath, I could see her, the woman from the headlines, “The Millionaire’s Wife Turned A Billionaire’s Mistress.” I exhaled shakily, “You wanted to prove them wrong, Elowen. Now go do it.” I whispered to myself. Inhaling a deep breath, I picked up the clutch and walked out of the room to a surprise… Alexander was in the hall, in his tuxedo.

Emma, My best friend. The woman who had ruined my life. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My chest squeezed so tightly I thought I might collapse. Memories crashed over me like waves, each one sharper than the last. Her laughter in my home. Her hand on his arm. The betrayal in my husband’s eyes when he left with her. The nights I cried myself to sleep, clutching Luke’s baby blanket, wondering what I had done wrong to deserve such devastation. And now, here she was. Sitting beside me as if we were strangers waiting for the same bus.

"We need to talk." I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't process what I was seeing. "What..." The word came out broken. "What is this?" "This is me being honest for once." Carl's voice was cold. Clinical. Like he was explaining a simple concept to someone slow. "I'm not marrying you, Victoria. I never was." The floor tilted beneath me. "What are you talking about? We're engaged. Everyone's here. Your ring is on my finger." "That ring was a placeholder. A prop." He stepped away from Bianca, adjusting his jacket. "I needed a date to events. Someone presentable while I built my network. You were convenient."

"I give you till the count of three, bitch. Why did you almost marry the bastard?" "It was a mistake, please..... please don't.... don't kill me, I beg you." I scoffed. "You almost married a nigga by mistake?" "Yes," she whispered, opening her eyes. "He is an evil person. He.... he deceived me into marrying him." I furrowed my brows. "I.... He.... He fooled me." "That's because you dumb as fuck." She lowered her gaze. "'Cause tell me what sane girl would leave a fucking billionaire for a mere millionaire, huh?"

She said while staring daggers at me. “Dominic is mine,” an obsessed look flashed through her eyes. I scoffed, “Take him. I never signed up for damaged goods.” I said my heart was pounding, but my face remained calm. My sarcastic remark made her eyes widen. She looked at me for a while longer and stormed off. I waited for a moment, then I began searching the room again. This time, I found her diary. The first entry stated, “I married the cold, ruthless billionaire, and my life is a living hell.”

“I know you didn’t. But he never forgot you. He spent years, millions of dollars, looking for you. He built an empire, and he spent every day of it searching for the ghost of the woman who saved him.” Her hand was still pressed to her mouth, her eyes wide with dawning horror. “He married me,” I continued, the words tumbling out in a torrent of pain. “We had a daughter. Angela.” Saying her name aloud was a fresh agony. “But I was never enough. I was just a placeholder. A substitute until he found his angel. Until he found you.” I saw the pieces starting to connect in her mind, the terrible implications of a kindness repaid with obsession.

His jaw clenched as his expression hardened with every passing second. The look on his face pulled me back years, back to our marriage, to the endless nights when billion-dollar deals consumed him and I came second to his ambitions. When he would read something carefully before deciding exactly how to destroy whoever had created the problem. The difference was that this time, the problem wasn’t a competitor. It was the truth. And the truth wasn’t something he could buy, threaten, or negotiate with. The truth simply existed no matter how inconvenient it became. “What else does it say?” I asked quietly.

Amy Lexington finds her husband cheating on her with her step sister Gwen. However due to the affection that her parents had for Gwen, she is forced to marry Marcus, a Billonaire, who had gone bankrupt. Because Amy is in dire need of money to pay for the medical bills of her friend that she cares about, she has no choice than to agree. However what nobody knows is that Marcus is actually secret rich mogul. Now her boyfriend regrets his actions and want her back, Amy's family are also desperate to get their business back again. Will she be able to forgive everyone or is she on a revenge path?

I said. Damien’s expression hardened. “Not alone.” “I didn’t say I would be alone. I said I’ll speak to him.” He paused, then nodded. Bennett arranged a meeting at his office for the following afternoon. I wanted answers, but the thought of facing Adrian again made my stomach turn. The man I’d once planned to marry had betrayed me with my stepsister. I wouldn’t let him manipulate me a second time. Adrian arrived fifteen minutes late, wearing an expensive suit and the familiar smile that had once made me believe every problem could be solved with a promise.

I looked up. "Is it urgent?" "I think so." She placed the tablet in front of me. A photograph filled the screen. It had been taken outside the restaurant where Sebastian and I had gone on our first date. My former fiancé stood in front of our table, his face turned towards me. Sebastian was beside me, one hand near mine. The photograph itself wasn't the problem. It was the headline beneath it. ABANDONED BRIDE FINDS HAPPINESS WITH HER NEMESIS: INSIDE NEVEAH STERLING'S UNEXPECTED MARRIAGE.