Romans & histoires My Accidental Husband Is A Billionaire Keira And Lewis Novel

She grimaced as she spoke, now crossing her arms around again. "Would you listen to me first? I won't tell you this without any information right?" "Just forget it. I can't do it, come on." "Kiara, we could change our lives for good!" He snapped, startling her at his tone. "There's this house in the outskirts of town here. There's a fucking load of cash and jewelry stacked there and no one knows about it. It won't hurt to just have enough for once." "Kal I can't do this. I'm disappointed in you, really. What if you got caught?" She questioned lowly, her usually sugary voice laced with worry.

[Lincoln] BREAKING NEWS: ARELLA—THE HEIRESS OF WALCOTT EMPIRE, STUNS THE WORLD WITH A BOMBSHELL ANNOUNCEMENT! Arella, ex-wife of billionaire mogul Deric Smith, has officially stepped out of the shadows—and straight into the spotlight. The newly named heir to the Walcott Empire, one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country, is making headlines yet again. But this time, it’s not about business.

she deserves better and together we are going to raise our own little family. A few weeks later, Isabella and I got married on an island with our friends and family here to celebrate with us, the only one who was missing was Sawyer, she wasn't back. Isabella in the end got married to a loving husband and had her dreams of graduating from college and building her own little family with me, Don Rodrigo Valentino. “Tomorrow, I want to be away from Mexico City and away from you and everything that has to do with your cartel and the mafia family by tomorrow, I want to be with Jada, can you be able to do that?”

Ethan, my boyfriend shakes my shoulder to wake me up from the couch where I have been laying for hours, drunk and wasted. “Tell him to get lost. I am not marrying that old douche. If Mathew Remirez wants me to lick his feet like I am his pet then he should know that I am his daughter not a fucking business deal.” I shout, letting out my frustration on poor Ethan. “Baby, we both know that this isn’t a serious relationship and no one can defy a powerful man like your father. Please, go back to your house with your driver. I do not want to be in any trouble. Besides, we can always have fun after your marriage. I heard rich men rarely touch their wives, they are only for showcasing.’ He says wit

My hand rested on my stomach without thinking, the automatic gesture that had become second nature in the last few weeks, the bump solid and real beneath my palm. Then I picked it up and opened it. She wrote that she had lost everything. The house was gone, sold to cover debts Aiden had accumulated before the collapse. Her social circle had evaporated the way social circles did when the money disappeared, quietly, without explanation, just stopped calling. She was living in a modest flat in a part of the city she would never have visited seven months ago. She wrote that she knew she had behaved terribly. That word, terribly, sitting in the middle of the page like it was doing the work of som

It was really kicking. Most of the guests were Sherman's relatives. They liked her very much. Unexpectedly, she met such an outstanding husband in her second marriage. She was so lucky. Sherman's parents said that Kingsley was the richest man in Lanechett. The hotel was so luxurious! He was rich indeed! Anyway, everyone had a different destiny. Compared to Sherman, Billy worked hard every day. He tried not to think about Sherman. He paralyzed himself with heavy work. He went to work, ate and went to bed mechanically day after day.

The floors were polished wooden ones and a heater was hung on the wall. "What?" He stared at the woman that was his wife and waited for her to give a sensible explanation as to why she had screamed unnecessarily. "I just got a deal with Anne's Truth." She beamed at him, and returned her gaze to her phone. When she realised he was wearing the look of confusion, she shook her head and sighed. "You know, for a successful businessman, you seem so oblivious to the outside world. Anne's Truth is one of the world's most famous agencies, they want me to-"

To learn the truth, not just about him, but about the bizarre situation that had somehow turned me into his accidental wife. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and met his gaze. "Alright," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "Let's talk." The billionaire offered a curt nod, a flicker of something akin to respect flickering in his dark eyes. He gestured towards the study door. "After you, Mrs. Reynolds." As I stepped past him, a strange sense of anticipation settled over me. This wasn't just about clearing up a drunken mistake anymore. This was about unraveling the tangled web of secrets surrounding the billionaire, Project Nightingale, and the truth about our unlikely marriage.

An absolute, unhinged, territorial monster. I leaned my head back against the stiff hospital pillows, my mind frantically trying to calculate the absolute shambles of the morning. Why on earth did Julian Windsor have a key to my wife’s private elevator bay? Who was he to her? The physics of the encounter simply didn't add up. The owner of the multi-billion-dollar Windsor Empire Group does not physically storm a residential building, vaporize a solid mahogany double door with his bare shoulders, and proceed to commit first-degree manslaughter over a business dispute. It was entirely un-American. One does not simply beat another billionaire to a pulp because of a disagreement over telemetry li

My best friend screeched, shaking her head. "It's not a real date. We're not dating. Just sex." I reminded her. "Still, you both are married for fuck's sake! And you're married to a public figure too! God forbid, the wealthiest billionaire's new wife is seen wearing cheap stuffs and looking out of place. You better get used to your new status, at least for the next one year. If he's taking you to a fancy restaurant, and not a club, I'm assuming you'll be sitting down, which means, no open-toed shoes. They're the easiest to trip on. Wedge heels are safer and the best option, if you ask me. If the restaurant is too fancy, wear closed-toe high heels. I can't believe I have to tell you all of th