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

I also blamed my mother and her habit of jumping from one man to another. However, I was also a little impressed by her, because this time, she hadn't gone after a carpenter, a chef, an author, or a musician. This time, she managed to catch a big fish. Her sixth husband was the owner of a multinational tech company and the sixth richest person in the United States.

That morning, sunlight slipped through the gaps of the thick curtains in the Langford residence. Sarah stood in front of the large oak door, her hand hovering hesitantly over the brass knocker. It had been six years since she last set foot here. Six years since her family threw her out for marrying Ronan Vexler, a “common man” in their eyes, even though he was a billionaire. For the Langford family, noble blood was everything, and money without a title was nothing but cheap arrogance.

He is an important person to me. “So, what are you doing here?” I ask as I stare at him, surprised at his appearance. He is not as I remember him to be. He used to be really rough and skinny. But now, he looks like someone who just popped out of a Vogue magazine. “Well…” He opens his arms wide. “Let’s say, I got lucky. I found an old man who signed all his properties over to me. He also used to be a rogue, and he built his business from scratch. He was dying and wanted a rogue to benefit from his wealth, and I am the lucky rogue he found.”

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

A document bearing a name she had seen only in the oldest files. EDWARD BLACKWOOD. Victor’s grandfather. The founder of the Blackwood fortune. Elena looked up slowly. Victor smiled. “Now you understand why I couldn’t let you remain Elena Hart.” He leaned closer. “You are the rightful heir to everything I own.” Then he placed a second document on the table. A marriage certificate. Elena’s name appeared beside Adrian Blackwood’s. Victor tapped the paper. “And that makes your marriage to my son a very interesting legal problem.”

"Four years ago, your wife asked me to keep it quiet. From you. At the time I told her, the two of you are a one-in-a-million pairing. I said you were genuinely made for each other. Did you ever have that baby, by the way?" Jonathan finally surfaced from underwater. He smiled. It came out wrong. "Yes. We had one." He said it softly, then he walked out of the office on autopilot. “Yes. We had one. Then I killed it with my own hands.” His phone buzzed. His assistant. Vivienne's financial records. Every cent of medical money he'd given her had gone to luxury shopping. Bags, jewelry, clothes. Some of it had gone to men's watches and men's bags. And every month, hundreds of thousands of dollars h

"Within one month, I will give you an answer you’re satisfied with. You won’t regret this." The moment she said it, even she felt she sounded a little reckless. The man standing in front of her was the CEO of Oswell Group, the head of one of the top ten business empires in the country. She had not touched a lab in five years, yet here she was, standing before him and telling him he would not regret it. No matter how she heard it, it sounded like she was overestimating herself. But she had no other choice. If even she did not believe this could work, why should Osborne believe her?

The effect was immediate. The woman froze and her husband’s eyes widened. Even the principal looked startled. For several seconds, nobody spoke. The color visibly drained from the couple’s faces. They knew exactly who he was. Everyone did. Adrian Adler was one of the most influential businessmen in Texas. His company controlled billions in assets and his influence stretched across industries. People spent years trying to get a single meeting with him. And right now, he was standing in front of them. The office became painfully quiet. The confidence both parents had displayed earlier completely disappeared.

Turns out being rich and lonely felt worse than being broke and busy. At least one thing had changed. I was glowing. Good food, zero stress, and expensive skincare had done their work, and even I had to admit I looked better. Out of curiosity one afternoon, I searched his name. Alexander Blackwood.Turns out my fake husband owned half the world, industries, fashion companies, a media channel, a model agency, a multi billion dollar empire. Funny how I had to find out about my own husband from the internet, given I hadn't seen him once since arriving. He left before I woke up and came back after I was already asleep.

Brebeca: "No problem. If you follow what I say, Jack will believe that you are sincere with him, and he will like you even more. As long as you can marry Jack, even if your grandpa knows that you deceived him, he will forgive you." Emma: "Okay." Emma picked up her mobile phone, then returned to her bedroom and called Jack. Inside a luxurious villa located in the western part of City A, there was a middle-aged man in his fifties sitting on a red wooden rocking chair. He had a square face and was dressed in a white sportswear outfit. At the moment, he was skillfully brewing tea. This middle-aged man was named Mr. Luke Brown, Jack's father, and the current chair of the Brownie Corporation. He a