Marrying Her Enemy: Her Poor Husband Is A Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My family will not hesitate to scheme against you when they realize you are a threat.” “Geez… thanks for telling me now that we are married.” It was her job to survive, and so she will. “But there is no need to worry about anything. I can assure you that I wILL survive.” And keep him safe. She smiled. “Well… you already met my crazy secretary. Let me take you to meet my grandfather.” “Now?” she asked. “He’s dying. I already told him that we got married. He knows your real identity by now… he must already know everything about you.”

“You know that my dad is gonna be here. What if he sees you like this?” “So what? Are you afraid he’s gonna see me for what I am?” “No, I’m afraid he’s gonna see you for what you’re not,” “Newsflash baby, this is who I am. You’re marrying a useless piece of shit!” Caspian exclaimed and he threw the empty glass on the floor. The glass shattered with a loud noise and it made Audrey flinch in shock. “Thank god it’s a sham marriage too!” he continued. “What did you say?” her voice cracked.

“What have you done?” I don’t answer. I can’t. Because I don’t know if I’ve just saved my family’s legacy or sold my soul to the devil himself. As I gathered my papers, my hands still shaking, I felt the weight of what’s coming. Damien Voss isn’t just a billionaire with a grudge. He’s a storm, and I’ve just stepped into its path. I should be terrified. I should walk away. But there’s a part of me, a reckless, stubborn part, that wants to face him. To fight him. To prove I’m not the broken heiress he thinks I am.

I closed the laptop and set it on the table, leaning forward. “You think I owe you that explanation?” “You’re my—” She cut herself off, jaw tightening. “You’re the man I’m married to, even if it’s a contract. I think that entitles me to honesty.” I gave a short, humorless laugh. “This marriage is fake, Brooklyn. I don’t owe you truth. I owe you a roof.” Her eyes flashed, hurt sliding in before she could mask it. “Maybe that’s why you barely have anyone by your side.”

She needed to give that witch some real beating before she exited this world. She looked at the stairs that led to the rooftop, expecting to see a crop of gold hair. What was keeping Egan? His billions would be such a shame if she died like this. Billionaire who could not protect his wife. Some billionaire that was. She was in this because of him. It irked that she would not get to watch her favorite series she had waited two whole years for, just because her Greek-statue husband made an enemy of this Mr unofficial-Aristotle.

“A person who owns a car.” My patience thinned out. “Sienna!” “It’s none of your business,” she said, setting her bag down. The words landed harder than they should have. “It becomes my business when my wife disappears after a difficult day and returns home with a stranger.” Her eyes flashed. “Your wife? Or your business partner?” I stepped closer. “Don’t twist this.” “I’m not twisting anything,” she shot back. “I went for coffee. I met someone. We talked. The world didn’t end.”

‎“A child would complicate things. I do not want complications.” ‎Her heart trembled. ‎This was her wedding night. ‎And instead of holding her hand, he was giving her rules. ‎She looked at him carefully. ‎“Why me?” she asked softly. ‎His eyes darkened slightly. ‎“You know why.” ‎Her father’s company was close to bankruptcy. ‎Adrian had offered to save it. ‎In return, she would marry him. ‎It was simple. ‎Cold. ‎Business. ‎“I will transfer money to your father’s company tomorrow,” Adrian continued. “The problem will disappear.”

Rose I stood in the middle of the crowd, my heart pounding with hope, then slowly twisting into fear as my eyes darted from face to face, scanning every corner of the room. But he wasn’t here. It was Lucas, my husband's birthday. I spent weeks planning this celebration, staying up late decorating, baking his favorite cake from scratch, and even ironing his favorite color into every detail of the hall. Yet now, the guests were here, the music was playing, the lights were glowing… but the man I did it all for was missing.

She thought about 1998, about Wolfe Meridian Corp, and about the brutal efficiency of a plan that didn't just neutralize the threat but removed the person behind it from the board entirely. "He will know it was me," she said. "When it collapses, he will know I was involved." "Yes," Caiden said. "Does that change anything?" He looked at her across the desk. "It changes nothing," he said. "He will know you were involved and he will know I was involved, and he will know that the two of us, together, ended him. I consider that an appropriate outcome." She looked at him. Together. The word settled somewhere deep inside her. Once, this marriage had been nothing more than a contract. Somewhere alon

Damn! She looked at his face and knew what she should say and what she should not, she quickly shook her head to make him believe her, "No of course, I mean my word. What do you take me for? Will I be so petty? Money is nothing hehe" She said quickly. She felt sad that she was forced to lie against her conscience. Money means everything to her, but damn! Who asked her to marry a billionaire husband. She looked at his expression and saw that it was back to normal now, she heaved a sigh of relief.