Novel & Cerita Mr Tycoons Daring Wife

He left the children with their grandfather and left for the resort with his friends. Victor was on call at the hospital so he couldn’t go with them. Accompanied by Tony and Graham who was around until the wedding, Aaron went to the resort to support his wife. When they got there two hours later, he happened to hear what Jessica Scott said about giving Tessa money to restart her company. His eyebrows furrowed as he narrowed his eyes at her and questioned, “Why the hell would my billionaire wife need starting capital from you?” Seeing Aaron glaring at her, Jessica Scott’s eyes grew into saucers and she stuttered, realising the owner of the resort was talking to her. “B-Billionaire wife? W-who

She was damn lucky that I don't hit women… Ignorantly, she kept speaking. “She doesn’t deserve your sympathy, Mr. Buckman. If you knew half the things we know about her—” I took a step forward and turned to face her directly. “How dare you?” My voice was sharp. She blinked. “Excuse me?” she asked, still wearing a half-smile. “How dare you call my wife a gold digger?” The room dropped into silence. It felt like the entire building took a breath and held it.

"Excuse me Mr. Billionaire, you rich men think money is everything. Maybe you are right but since you need to purchase a wife, there are as well a lot of women out there waiting to jump at an opportunity like this. Why not look in that direction? Besides, I can't sell one year of my life, and what is the assurance that you won't take advantage of me?" She couldn't figure out what triggered her outburst and instantly regretted it when Sylvester stood up from his chair. He ambled close to her and lowered his head, a few inches interval between them. Monica could only reach his chest as he hovered over her with his height, making sure that no one except Monica could hear his words. "Trust me, t

“Ending our partnership will devastate your company far more than ours, Eleanor. At least sleep on it before—” “Some things matter more than money,” Mr. Richards said coldly, guiding his weeping wife toward the idling car with a hand at her elbow. His gaze locked with Graeme’s. “You’ll hear from our lawyers. As the luxury vehicle disappeared into the night, its taillights bleeding into the darkness, Macy became acutely aware of Graeme’s heat beside her, of how his breathing hadn’t yet steadied. She turned to face him properly, and the look in his eyes—that fierce protectiveness mixed with something infinitely softer—made her pulse stutter traitorously.

Hyacinth badly needs his comfort. Instead of waiting for her husband at their house, she took a turn when the light turned green. “Where are we going, Mommy?” Elias asked when he noticed that they were taking a different path. “Let’s surprise, Daddy.” “Yey! Let’s surprise Daddy!” They drove to his office, all ready to catch him off-guard. To Hyacinth’s surprise, it was her who got played. She stood frozen outside the glass door. Instinctively, she covered Elias’ eyes while her own was locked on Jack who was french kissing another woman in the empty lobby of their office. Her secretary was straddled on top of him with exposed breasts.

Everyone was stunned when they heard what he said. 'Did I hear him right? Fatty wants to take Nicole to meet Mr. Wyance?' they thought. Dillon was the first to start yelling, "What are you going on about? Who is Nicole to meet Mr. Wyance?" 'We've been so busy vying with McCarthy Corporation for that piece of land that even I've had a hard time meeting with Mr. Wyance. Nicole is a nobody; why does she get to meet Mr. Wyance?' Dillon thought to himself.

A steady, subtle snore echoed through the air with each exhale. Carina Scodelario is now his wife. Eric took his glass of champagne and silently enjoyed the success. He now fully owns the Dreamscape company. He was trying to grab this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he didn't need anyone's permission anymore. Today has passed without a single incident.

He used the chainsaw to break down the door. The sound of the chainsaw was maddening, but finally, the door gave way. I rushed inside and froze at the sight. “F-Fuck, no…” My wife was lying on the floor, blood everywhere. Her lips were pale, and her breathing was faint. A cutter was beside her. I couldn’t move. Lace carried her. My wife! Shit! My heart pounded violently as tears streamed down my face. My wife… My beautiful wife… Why? Why did she do this?

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.