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

Once they are out of sight, I grab a glass of champagne from the trays of one of the servers walking by and chug it. I’ve learned to be at peace with the fact that my husband will never love me. He has never treated me with affection and I have learned not to crave for it. Our marriage is only on paper and a drama play for the public. All of this, I have made my peace with and my life, though has not been the happiest, it hasn’t been unbearable either. But this… this is a completely different challenge.

I whispered. It was my wife. My ex-wife. Elena Martinez, who was now apparently calling herself Elena Thompson. The woman I had planned to abandon with millions of dollars in debt was now running a successful financial consulting firm. The naive, trusting wife I had planned to leave for dead was now a millionaire business owner. I stared at the billboard in complete shock, unable to process what I was seeing. Elena was successful. Elena was rich. While I was living in an abandoned building, eating scraps, and stealing money from strangers to avoid being killed by a loan shark.

After that night, Alexander truly never came back. But it wasn't long before I heard that Sterling Corporation had begun a massive relocation of its operations. He was moving core divisions to Savannah, one by one. He even built a branch office not far from my bakery. Everyone was talking about it — the CEO of Sterling Corp had lost his mind, abandoning his empire in New York to set up shop in a small Southern city. I closed the bakery and moved to a different city entirely. He never appeared in front of me again. But I heard through the grapevine that he'd had a vasectomy. Sources close to him said he'd told someone he didn't deserve to have children — that he'd failed the one person who ma

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

His eyes were no longer the icy blue of the trillionaire CEO I married weeks ago; they were flickering with something unreadable. "When I touched down on American soil, I had to create something that could drive me out of poverty….I couldn’t trust anyone other than my siblings because the kind of hand life had dealt us made it like that. I spent years pitching to different companies, sharing my ideas for anything they could offer. Even when they spat on me, I went back to them because I had no choice, until five years ago, I managed to snag an investor that turned my robots into my billion-dollar empire before I moved onto real estate.

"I've done my research on them, and it turned out that they just landed a huge deal over twenty billion dollars after struggling to get on their feet for some years now." Oh… that's probably why I didn't know them. "What do you plan to do with him, Sir?” He asked. "You're not going to beat him up again, will…" He paused as I shot him a glare. "What am I? A thug?” “No, Sir." I sighed. A scoff tore from my throat as I remembered the disgusting thing he'd done to Nora. After everything he did, he's still leading a company and now close to taking it to another level, and someone somewhere would talk to me about karma?

Her heart skipped as she read the name: Tristan Blake. “What does he look like?” She turned to Richmond. Richmond adjusted his seat before answering. “He’s hardly seen in society, but his name is always heard. From what I hear, Tristan is a cold, indifferent billionaire. You do not need him to be romantic, Joan. You need his shield.” Joan exhaled, taking in Richmond’s words. After what she had seen with Keon, she did not think she needed a husband anymore. If Tristan could only be there to protect her inheritance, that would be enough.

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r

“Do you think this is some kind of circus? That woman is a convict, how could she possibly be your wife?” My fist tightened around my gown. Convict? Enzo turned to the guests, his hand tightened around mine. “Allow me to introduce my wife, Eva Hartley. Three years ago, it was alleged that she embezzled three billion dollars from the Hale group and due to her inability to return it, she was jailed and sentenced.” “Because of my love for her, I took her out of jail after pledging to return the three billion dollars to the Hales with an additional billion dollars to it.”

“You are not considering anything, Franklin. You are delaying. And I do not like delays.” He let out a nervous laugh. It sounded fake and high-pitched. “Look, I have a wife. Kids. A reputation. I can’t just flip on Ethan Cadwell overnight. The man has been good to me.” I raised an eyebrow. “Good to you?” He nodded quickly. “Yes. Good to me.” “That is an interesting choice of words,” I said softly, “from a man who has over three million dollars in secret gambling debts. A man whose wife has no idea he’s been borrowing from dangerous loan sharks to hide his addiction.”