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Cameras flashed like fireworks, and journalists sprang to their feet, but I didn't care. I stared at my husband with my eyes cold and my hands still burning from the impact of the slap. He touched his face slowly; he was stunned. “Vanessa—” he began. But I cut him off with a tap on my phone. The voice note echoed through the ballroom speakers, slicing through the air like a blade. “I want your wife to know that I'm one month pregnant with your child. I'm tired of hiding.” The voice wasn't just anyone's. It was Sabrina’s. My best friend. And she was standing right there in her emerald gown with her lips curled up in a devilish smirk, and then I turned to face my husband.

I have a date today i can't do that maybe tomorrow. Alicia had spare time on her hands so she decided to update her ‘ how to bag a billionaire’ journal on Alexander Kings .She wrote ‘ the man is almost impossible to crack , seems to have no feelings and the strictest of all the billionaires she met . He seems to have no social life and is a workaholic , apart from him having no record of him having a woman on his life online there's no such evidence of him having a woman in his life in reality too._’ . She closed the journal with a thump wondering if she should quit by the way she had already had Dylan and Dimitri activity chasing her and she would probably agree to officially be in a relati

He then turned around to leave when, "I'm afraid you're going to want to hear this Mr. Miller. It's about your wife." Words he'd been afraid to hear. He stopped in his tracks ignoring his heart beating a mile a minute. "We have reason to believe her accident wasn't really an accident." He felt his whole world collapse to the ground. What were his ears hearing? No it can't have been. His wife was the sweetest kindest soul in the universe, who would want to harm her? But Aaron had to make sure that his ears weren't playing tricks on him before he let his conspiracy theories run wild. So,

Although what he did last night almost changed my decision about him. Another event will take place tonight. I better go home and think about everything. I was pretty sure Eros would want me to work for him. Only if I insist that I am planning to do so. There is no way I’ll become a housewife. My phone beeped again and I frowned at the headlines. It was about me. Goodness! I can never walk freely in public again. Billionaire’s wife Billionaire CEO got engaged to a pauper Billionaire CEO this and that!

the loud ring tone of his phone cut me off, he eyed me contemptuously one last time as he swiped on the answer button and placed the phone on his ear turning away. “What the hell!” He exclaimed, I quit slouching immediately as I looked at him expectantly. “Shit! Shit!” He mumbled, I tried to close the distance between us but he moved away and rushed upstairs. Hospital. I wrapped my hands around Emma who was extremely disoriented and in heavy tears. Apparently the call Ethan got earlier was from Emma to inform him that Ma Helen got into an accident. From what I heard, the accident was quite fatal and she had to be taken in for surgery immediately.

Nurse Grace snapped. 📞 "I will assist her siblings still she regains her memory" Collins uttered, pouring himself a cold wine. 📞 "And Aurora" Nurse Grace asked. 📞" She's already an accountant in company before she got into an accident with her best friend" Collins replied. 📞 "Oh!!. That's great already" Nurse Grace smiled. 📞 "Grace" He called. 📞 " Huh" hummed. 📞"Please stay with her tonight. Only God knows what Adams is planning this time around." Collins pleaded, walking inside his room.

All her life, Elara's gold-digging mother treated her like a price tag, constantly arranging husbands for her; usually wealthy, old wolves willing to pay enough for her hand. But Elara never cared about money. She only ever wanted one thing: to marry Derek, the boyfriend she actually loved. So on the night they were supposed to elope, imagine her surprise when she caught him in bed with her mother's precious golden daughter, her own sister, Vivienne. Heartbroken and too exhausted to fight, she returned home only for her mother to immediately announce another wealthy husband. For once, she didn't argue. "Fine. I'll marry him." The next day, numb and barely paying attention, sh

It was completely empty except for a single bed, a nightstand and a dresser, with a small table and a chair by the window. The man had more than enough money, and was rumored to have billions, yet he brought me here? I wasn’t even surprised. Clutching my arms tightly, I pressed my lips together, before sitting on the bed, still wearing my white wedding dress. I stared at the floor and hugged my arms around myself, letting the reality of my situation slowly settle into a mold in my head. This was never the kind of life I wanted for myself.

Maybe you'll hear from them some other time. For now, it's about me and my family. I'm the girl who was born into a messy family, had a rough childhood and a hard teenage life, and then... One messy night, I met this man beside me, Victor Dubov. Our fate entangled, we grew closer, and we fell in love. We fought for each other, we fought the troubles in our lives together, we fought our fears, embraced our pasts, and moved on toward our future together. Now, we are here: my husband, our little baby, and me. A complete family—what more could I want from life? Nothing else. Life is full of love, happiness, and memories, both good and bad.

Apparently, I had gone from being Grace Ellinton, relatively unknown woman with questionable decision-making skills, to Grace Bramhall, mysterious billionaire wife who may or may not have married Manhattan's richest bachelor as part of an elaborate revenge scheme. I had laughed about it. I had joked about it. I had even enjoyed watching people lose their minds over my posts. But now, sitting in the back of the car while Manhattan slid past the window, I wasn't laughing. My phone buzzed again. I glanced down. Another notification. Then another. I ignored them. For once, I didn't care what strangers were saying about me. I was tired. My head was still full of Ruelle's warnings about the kidnap