Mi Pobre Marido Millonario Mga Nobela at Kwento

I faked a smile. “You have been giving him money to rebel against his own family.” “That’s okay.” Mr King cationed his wife. “No, it is not.” She raised her voice at him and he left the table. “How much do you pay him monthly? Would I have gotten the same money I had married you? I would be paying you instead.” Reign said to me. Today was a day to be thankful for the mistakes I had not gotten myself into. He would be paying me for getting married to him, like I was his maid. He really did brush my ego.

"W-Where did you get those photos?! D-Delete that!" "I know exactly what kind of a man you are, Paulo. You love going to different clubs with different women every night. I wonder if your wife approves of that? As what I have heard, your wife is the one who made you rich. Didn't she come from a wealthy family even before she married you? If I show her every single photos I have, what do you think her reaction be? Do you-- "Fine! I'll tell you the truth now! Just promise me you won't say anything to my wife!"

The name echoed in my mind like a curse. Everyone knew him. The youngest billionaire CEO in the country. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who destroyed lives with contracts and smiles that never reached his eyes. A man who didn’t believe in love. And today, he would become my husband. I finally turned to face my mother. She looked smaller than I remembered, older, worn down by guilt and worry. “I’ll do it,” I said quietly. “I just need you to promise me one thing.” “Anything.”

For the first time in five years of marriage, Alina felt genuine hatred for Daniel Blackwood. The bedroom door opened. Emma entered with a worried face. "Alina? I heard you screaming. What—" "He threatened my family," Alina cut in with an empty voice. "An $8.2 million debt. Due if I don't come home tomorrow morning." Emma froze. "What?" "The marriage contract," Alina laughed bitterly—a sound without humor. "I didn't just marry Daniel to be Junior's mother. My family is collateral. I am collateral." "Oh my God..." Emma sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for Alina's cold hand. "Alina, this is modern slavery. You can't—"

The caller ID showed the words Fabian, and Cordelia froze. A crushing sense of humiliation spread from the bottom of her heart. The call ended automatically, and the screen dimmed shortly afterward. As if driven mad, Cordelia hurled the phone to the ground and gulped in air. Her mind went blank for a moment, and it took her a long while to come back to herself. A sharp pain clenched around Cordelia’s heart. She could not believe that the man who spent the past five years appearing everywhere with Sylvia as a couple was actually her husband, Felix.

He said with conviction. "Ah... So you're not going home anymore, have you stopped loving that arrogant husband of yours? "He's not arrogant. "The guy is handsome, elegant and arrogant, no argument you won the lottery, who would have thought that today you would be married to the guy who almost owns the town, his business dominates the town. "But why the greed, your father is also mega rich. "He's rich, not mega either, but tell me, what's it like?" he asked changing the subject, leaving Luz confused without knowing what it was about.

“Mexico’s most handsome and richest wife, Ashley Grander displays her thong for all his guests at their party.” “Christopher Bridger, Mexico’s Billionaire gets disgraced and humiliated at his party by his wild and shameless wife after she got herself drunk to stupor.” “Christopher Bridger’s wife, Ashley Grander spills their dirty secrets to everyone present at their party; calls Mexico’s billionaire husband a wood around her.” “Christopher Bridger loses a multi-million contract as a result of Ashley Grander’s drunk theatrics at their party.” “Trouble in paradise? Christopher Bridger and Ashley Grander might not be the lovey-dovey couple Mexico took them to be; wife spills indoor dirty secret

"NO! That only happened once. It was a mistake! Didn't you marry me for money and the fancy life? You got shares in Moretti Corporation. You had everything you could only dream of before. Now you're my wife - the woman married to the richest CEO in the country. You have everything other people can only wish for. So stop acting like a child and listen to me. Come back tomorrow." A small smile came to my lips as I laughed and cried at the same time. "Wife of the richest CEO? My life was worse than someone living on the streets.

Miguel exhaled deeply and eyed me questionably. "What's eating you husband," I sighed. "I guess I'm just in shock that you are really, really wealthy and you're with a little poor south side half Mexican boy," he muttered and I furrowed my brow. "Don't you dare devalue yourself, Miguel, you're my soulmate and my equal in all things. I don't give a rat's fat ass about all my belongings. I give lots away quite frequently, ask my associates. Plus you're huge and not little anywhere on your body," I mumbled softly and he smiled back at me.