Mi Pobre Marido Millonario 소설 & 이야기

His face turned red, and his breaths became haggard, fierce veins were beginning to make way to his forehead and his eyes were bloodshot. He was tired! Tired of what they called marriage. He was exhausted from being in a trap that was nothing close to happiness. He was a sad man, a depressed and unhappy married billionaire. Richard owned the largest bank in Southern California. Apart from that, he had other business establishments in some parts of the United States. He also owned a large winery, had shares in other top companies and made investments worth billions. No doubt, he was a young, rich, handsome, and successful man.

I gulp hard, shake my head, stuttering. “No.. I don’t, its just uh. I wanted to know if I had enough money for where we are going. And I don’t..” I rush the words out, whispering that last part. Averting my eyes to the window. But he heard me. Because the next thing he states shocks the hell outta me! “Mami, you never have to worry about money again. Because I’m a millionaire. And you’re my wifey poo. So that makes you one too.” He winks and smirks at me.

This at the end of the day was not too expensive, that is to say, it was not too expensive for me or my family, it was just somewhat annoying since from the beginning of this marriage I was starting to lose money for Victoria. "This marriage is a curse" My mother used to complain, all this time as the time came for my wedding: "The Miller family are just gold diggers, they always have been. But if they think this is their chance to leave poverty they are really mistaken, because we, the Meyer family, are not going to allow it."

I stare at his back as he walks away, turning back to the empty glass, I just lost my job, I owe my landlord, my brother and grandparents are suffering in severe poverty, leaking roofs and my brothers sickness, feeding hand to mouth, I have the ability to change all of this, by marrying this unknown man, a man I just met, a man offering me enough money to solve all my problems and all I have to say is yes to him, be his wife for two years, bear him a child and all my problems will disappear into thin air. It’s not hard to imagine what I would pick, after struggling for years, the only option is a yes, the only option is to marry Leonardo Falcone, all I have to do is pretend to be in love wit

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.

Vikas goes back with the laptop after a bow of his head. I'm feeling stupid, embarrassed. His expression is amused, which has happened for the first time. I squint my eyes at him coldly, " Why did you marry me? I'm not... um! " I stop, " I'm not a wealthy person. I don't know how to use a laptop. " I'm having trouble digesting all this. First, according to me, he's a small businessman, suddenly he turns into a mafia king, now he's a billionaire and soon to be a trillionaire. This man can leave me at any time. I don't know how to use a laptop. How could someone be so dumb? " It's a piece of cake. " He says.

They were beaming radiantly at their phone camera. The title of the live stream was glaringly harsh—"Goodbye, Loser. Hello, Billionaire Life." "Loser?" I muttered to myself, my heart clenching as if a hand had squeezed it tight. We'd been married for three years, and I'd been killing myself with 72-hour work weeks as a programmer just to make the down payment for our apartment. Even so, the property deed had both of our names on it. I felt that I'd never mistreated her, yet I was just a loser in her eyes.

She will make their lives miserable. When Oscar was dumbfounded by Aretha's words, he turned to see Roger, who was sitting leisurely in his chair, watching them. This person is a billionaire of AL. Oscar has to rely on Roger a lot. He doesn't want to lose the mountain of gold in front of him. If his daughter Jenny were to marry Roger, then the second half of Oscar's life would be worry-free. Oscar made a serious face at Aretha, raising his voice. "The police will take you away in a while. You will be arrested for abusing the company's public funds and assaulting others. This crime is hard to escape."

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

he said simply. Aurora blinked, thinking she misheard him. "Excuse me?" "Marry me," Damian repeated. "One year. You play the perfect wife, help me secure a business merger that requires me to appear... settled. In exchange, your father’s debt disappears." Aurora's heart pounded. "Why me?" His eyes glinted dangerously. "Because you hate me, and I hate you. No messy feelings to get in the way." She swallowed hard. "And if I say no?"