Mi Pobre Marido Millonario 소설 & 이야기

“How can I marry that bastard? I must have been on drugs when I did it because I don't remember anything about what happened a year ago. My mind feels like it's empty and only filled with memories of us." “I'm sorry Eden, I couldn't help you from that man's grip. He has ruined my life. That bastard ruined my career and made me a pathetic poor man. Then he took you from me and married you by force. Then after you got married, my life was completely ruined. But I'm trying to get up by working as a model with a not too big salary because the big companies that will use me as the star of their product will be manipulated by Aciel. I'm trying to muster up what remains of my pride to avenge that b

Her cheeks turned into red. "You don't need to marry me again, baby. I'm contented for having you in my life. It's enough for me to marry you twice. I know that you love me and you want to live with me forever, but to marry you again isn't my priority. My priority is to make you happy every day. I love you, baby. I'll be forever thankful because you're given to me. I was a poor woman, but you accepted me," she said. "You're no longer a poor woman. Your dad is a rich man and your husband is a billionaire. You're not a poor woman now. You married a handsome billionaire," he said happily.

I couldn’t afford to be. Mariano slumped back into his chair, gesturing for a drink. A young woman in a slinky red dress appeared at his side, placing a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes never left me. “I had big hopes for us once, Taylor,” he said, his voice oozing nostalgia laced with bitterness. “You were something special. Smart, beautiful, and dangerous. You had the world in the palm of your hand. And then you broke my heart.”

“I’m tired of smiling at parties, looking like we’re happily married, when really, I’m just a trophy wife to him.” “I wish I had never married him.” “Sure, being Mrs. Smith sounds good on paper, but it’s a living hell.” “I’m just—tired. I—I don’t know what to do,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry.” “I’m so sorry that you feel this way.” “I know I’m not as wealthy as Mr. Smith, but…” He stopped mid-sentence. “But what?” he looked into his eyes hoping for something, anything. “Frankly speaking, if you were my wife, I’d never allow even a single tear to fall from your eyes.”

the lawyer continued. "Fifty percent will go to his only son, Henry Del Carmen, and the remaining fifty percent will go to his wife, Solana Del Carmen." I immediately saw the sharp shift in Henry's expression. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened on top of the table. Mathilda’s mouth parted slightly, clear shock and disgust evident in her eyes. In their eyes, I was just a young girl who married into the family to steal their wealth. But Henry remained quiet, not like before when his anger toward me was sky-high. So, he's actually agreeing to the split!

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."

On the day Caspian and I got our marriage certificate, he dropped a bombshell: as the illegitimate son of the Thorne family, he hadn't inherited a penny. Instead, he was saddled with a massive gambling debt left behind by the family. I didn't despise him for it. For the past five years, I lived with him in a moldy basement, working three jobs to support him, while our son, Alaric, survived on discounted canned food that was nearing its expiration date.

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.

"I need you to know that what you're going to do isn't in anyway wrong. You need to understand just how horrible the man you're married to is first before you can make up your mind about what you want to do." "By horrible do you mean that there's more I don't know about him?" "Unfortunately yes, Scarlett," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Your husband is just like any billionaire out there, ruthless, powerful and merciless. That's the reason why he made up that story about your dad and sold it to the press." "What?" I shouted, gaining attention from most people in the room, before they all went back to their businesses. "What did you just say?" I asked again, this time making sur