My Accidental Husband Is A Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

, 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?"

I folded it carefully, sliding it deep inside the pocket of my overcoat. I looked down at him. He was broken, trembling, and utterly dismantled, his head resting against his chest as he wept silent, agonizing tears of pain and defeat. I had the signature. I had the confession. But as I looked at his ruined face, the calculating side of my brain was still tracking the missing puzzle piece. He was a billionaire. He ran a massive global motorsport division. He had risked his entire career, his reputation, and his physical health to fly across the Atlantic and play husband to a woman he had never seen before.

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

“My problem with you is that you complain and nag too much. It's always Alexander that, Alexander this. You insisted I make you my wife ,so here we are now. Mrs Laura Alexander Martinez. This is what the life of a billionaire's wife looks like. Now I hope this gets into your thick skull,this will be the last time I’ll explain to you that what happened last night was an accident fueled by alcohol and poor judgment and it won’t happen again. Now let go.” “I’m not letting go of you Alex. Not until you tell me that you have fired that bitch? She yelled without care. “ Don't expect me to believe that cock and bull story. You transferred her here without telling anyone and even praised her work in

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

“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.”