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Advika felt happy that her husband agreed with her because this is her. **A handicapped wife of the richest billionaire of the country.** ********** ********** Let me know your thoughts about my book in the comment section. With Love, Author The Cloud.

She was here for a reason that even the gods didn't know why. How she ended up married to the billionaire playboy was beyond her. Two years ago, being drunk and stupid, she accidentally married him. Oh yes, it was just a mistake, a fuckin' stupid drunken judgment, not that she could blame herself. After all, being too drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list.

Amanda felt the joy and pride in every word he uttered. His face was red with embarrassment and envy. Who would have thought that what was considered the bastard of the Lazaro family was a rich man from an unknown family. He couldn't accept that it had gone to Anna. A man does not deserve such treatment. He felt even more annoyed with the woman. For her, Esteban is a prince charming. It laughed out loud. "Your husband's s-lucky, Mr. Montecillo." Esteban puffed a breath and smiled genuinely. "I am the lucky one with my husband."

I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself. Jessica’s texts started popping up one after the other: Jess: SIS WHAT IS THIS??? Jess: You MARRIED a billionaire?? Jess: Who is he?? What’s going on?? Answer meeeee!! Jess: Mom is gonna hyperventilate. Jess: ARE YOU OKAY?? Jess: HELLO??? I suddenly felt dizzy. I didn't even know which message to respond to first. There were a lot of tags on my I*******m too. The wedding I thought was fake is actually real, and now the whole freaking world knows about it. My face was almost on every blog — mystery woman, unknown bride, Miami wife. And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortu

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.

The guest list was limited, as my colleagues were still unaware of my true identity. Delanie and Declan, my siblings, were thriving. Delanie bore a striking resemblance to our mother, while Declan was a spitting image of our father, creating a noticeable contrast. Despite this, I miraculously had my father's eyes, dispelling any doubts about my parentage. After dancing with my mom, I shared a dance with Delanie, Aunt Nora, and finally Octavia, who arrived with her husband and five-year-old son to celebrate with me. “Roger, you are now officially the youngest billionaire CEO with a net worth of eight hundred billion. The world must hear about you today," Dad said, but I refused.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

Entering the penthouse, Rachel's mother couldn't stop muttering in amazement at the luxury of the building, everything was so real that she began to cry and secretly burst into tears. “Mom, why are you crying?” Rachel asked in surprise. Rachel's mother waved her hand, “I'm fine, it's just…” she took a tissue from her bag and started to shrink her nose. “It's just that I can't believe my poor little daughter will marry a billionaire, what a joy for both of us! Don't get me wrong Nico, it's not that we're after your money or anything, we're just sincerely proud of our daughter…” Rachel's mother couldn't stop the tears from falling.

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.

Emma, My best friend. The woman who had ruined my life. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My chest squeezed so tightly I thought I might collapse. Memories crashed over me like waves, each one sharper than the last. Her laughter in my home. Her hand on his arm. The betrayal in my husband’s eyes when he left with her. The nights I cried myself to sleep, clutching Luke’s baby blanket, wondering what I had done wrong to deserve such devastation. And now, here she was. Sitting beside me as if we were strangers waiting for the same bus.