روايات وقصص ضمن My Ex Convict Beggar Husband Is Now A Trillionaire

Oh. So that's the angle. She must be the "new partner" my father-in-law mentioned a few days ago. Jason didn't even qualify as an illegitimate son, and he was already throwing his weight around like he owned the title. And let's be real—the Harding family only became the richest in Seavora because of my husband, Hank Harding. Arthur had nothing to do with it. Jason opened his mouth to talk into my phone—then the call cut. Fine. Hank was probably already on his way.

On the day Caspian and I got our marriage certificate, he dropped a bombshell: as the illegitimate son of the Thorne family, he hadn't inherited a penny. Instead, he was saddled with a massive gambling debt left behind by the family. I didn't despise him for it. For the past five years, I lived with him in a moldy basement, working three jobs to support him, while our son, Alaric, survived on discounted canned food that was nearing its expiration date.

The day I married Santino Connor, he announced he was leaving the Family, and as a result, all his accounts were frozen. Believing his promise to "go straight and start over," I spent five years chained to a sewing machine in a cold, damp basement, my fingers scarred from countless needle pricks. Our son, Luca, dressed in oversized T-shirts from a thrift store, was digging through dumpsters with me for scrap cardboard by the time he was three. But then I discovered that my supposedly broke husband, the man I thought was earning an honest living, had taken his place as the Don of the Connor family.

Adrian laughed once. There was nothing funny about it. "You're telling me my ex-wife became a billionaire and nobody thought I should know?" "You haven't spoken in almost three years." "That's not the point." "No," Daniel said quietly. "It isn't." Adrian looked back at the television. A graphic appeared. FROM DIVORCED ENTREPRENEUR TO BILLIONAIRE INVESTOR Under it was a timeline. 2023: Reclaimed Laurent Capital. 2024: First technology fund.

“It didn't say I had to die.” “I paid you extra for the death, didn't I?” “You did.” The man shrugged. “But all I'm saying is... you can still pay me more. You can do better.” He chuckled. “You're a billionaire after all.” “And the only reason I stay a billionaire,” Victor replied without emotion, “is because I don't let lazy pieces of shit blackmail me.” “Well...” the man leaned back comfortably. “I can always go find your wife and tell that poor girl you tricked her.”

Even though we didn’t for a long time, I have adjusted so fast. “It’s weird knowing that Greta and I are no longer poor or will have to worry about money ever again. We can pour some funds into the island and make it somewhere amazing for everyone. It has so much potential as a tourist trap” Even without OLO, without Jyeon and taking nothing from our marriage, my accounts have been reinstated, and I’m once again a billionaire in my own right. Thanks to my parents. When I got the confirmation, I first transferred a sizable chunk to Greta, who hasn’t even noticed yet. She has no idea she is no longer one of the countries non-wealthy.

This whole process utterly exhausted me. "We can find another way Eri.", his eyes were pleading me to say yes but the reality is harsh and not quite like how we want it to be. I shook my head, "There is no other way. Tristan... Tristan is a freaking billionaire. He can do anything just with the click of his finger. I have known him for a real while and I know when wants something he can do anything to get it.", I explained again for the thousandth time while running my hand through my thick locks which were badly entangled.

to be seen around such a prestigious company like Cardoso Bottling company. Stupid wretched old fools with pus leaking out of their wide mouths. Fucking ugly bastard rats, that was what the three of them were. As expected, I was broke and poor after escaping from prison, and no one wanted to hire a fugitive to work, so I couldn't even get a job. Plus I honestly had no interest in doing menial jobs. Hell to the fucking no. I was raised to be a wealthy queen and to rule over poor peasants and urchins, so there was absolutely no way that I'd stoop so low to work like a dog.

They truly couldn't understand why she would reject the money when she was from a wretched family. Based on her background, not even her entire household could ever get a quarter of the amount if they put all of them for sale. She was dirt poor from a random countryside, and the worst of all, was that she was an orphan who was raised by her grandmother. It was still a wonder how she managed to get married to a man like Malcolm Meyer because of his grandfather's silly family promise. "So you do not wish to take half of a billion? And not even a company?" Malcolm proposed a tempting offer in a calm manner with an overbearing tone that sounded menacing, and emphasized how dangerous it was for h

It felt as if someone had torn into it. Once Silas was far away, Nathan asked, “Mom, why didn’t you greet Dad? Who was the lady beside him?” I held back my tears and said, “That’s not Dad.” But I knew that the man was indeed my husband. He did not even bat an eyelid when he spent 40 million dollars on that influencer. Meanwhile, his own son had been diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, and his surgery cost 50 thousand dollars. I had worked so hard for so long, and I still did not manage to get that 50 thousand dollars.