Novel & Cerita My Accidental Husband Is A Billionaire

, Ashley asked, confused. “You’ve gotten your greedy wish, you're married to a billionaire, I have to inform the press”, Ian said, pulling out his phone from heaven knows where. “HEY! You don’t talk to your woman that way”, Rita yelled before Ashley could drop the insult that was lingering on the tip of her tongue.

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

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

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

We slept together on a daily basis but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire. I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up. It was at my wedding I knew that my husband to be was an heir to a company . . crazy huh?. I looked at the clock that was hung on the wall and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work . “Fuck!” I stood up And made my way to the bathroom immediately

Nancy’s threat had made me mention Riley working with dirty chemicals(In Chapter 2), it was just an effort from my end to make her at least take a break from work, but instead, she buried herself in her work, with the vicious bitch right next to her. On our supposed wedding day, Nancy sent me a video. It was a video of her about to set Riley’s company ablaze. I was made to choose between saving her company and getting married to her. Back then, I knew Riley was preparing to launch a new product and that if something went wrong it would hurt her so much, so I chose to hurt her rather than to watch her go through the trauma of watching her hard work go to waste. My absence that day made her ru

"I told the truth. He's my son, and you're his mother." "That doesn't give you the right to turn my life into a statement for the press. You didn't even look at me first, Gabriel. You decided, and then you said it to every camera in that room." "Brett called you a gold digger in front of everyone. He wanted them to believe you trapped me, and I wasn't going to stand there and let him." "And now the headlines will say the billionaire claimed his son's mother." I looked out the window, watching the dark lawns go by. "Do you know what that sounds like? It sounds like I needed you to give me a name and a place before I could stand on my own."

“Who’s left, by the way?” “Maxon and Earl,” I released a deep sigh. “Why is this day so exhausting?” The three of us remained quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying the flow of water from the fountain, then I tapped Elle and Alfie’s legs. “Don’t worry, my husband’s rich. In fact, I just found out today that he’s a silent partner of this restaurant, so for sure, we won’t starve. We’ll go begging here for scraps if we have no income anymore.”

' it read. My eyes widened as I took the opportunity to open one of the screenshots. There were pictures of me and Vincent, both of us laughing and deep into conversation. Our faces were clear as day in every one of the pictures with articles already written about us. It had barely been an hour, and all of this was already out. I panicked, browsing through the articles. Most of those articles were written by writers who assumed I was a rich heiress. With that dress, who wouldn't? Luckily, most of them were focused on Vincent with outrageous headlines like: 'Is the playboy billionaire finally ready to settle down?' or 'Who is his new love?' the most outrageous one being, 'Has the playboy fina

“Consequences, Brielle. You knew the terms, hence jail time and full restitution. I'm getting every penny back.” I never thought my reckless words would become my reality. 'Jail time for breach of contract' – it sounded like a laughable, over-the-top threat to placate Mom. But now, Andrei's wielding it like a sword. Billionaire problems: when entitlement meets Insanity. That's what I'm dealing with right now. “What penny are you talking about?” “The compensation I provided for your consent to our marital contract.” “I became your wife without taking a dime. Recognize that.”