Romans & histoires My Ex Convict Beggar Husband Is Now A Trillionaire

The EFCC lawyer's mouth opened. "And there is more, Your Honour. Chidi Eze is not a billionaire. He is a broken man. He gave N50,000 to three women to abort their babies. He called one of them a maid. He threw away his own son. And today, he is here, not as a CEO, but as a father who wants to become a man again." I called my first witness. Sophia Adeyemi.

“Then how did you end up like this?” Ethan didn’t hesitate to fabricate. “My ex-wife divorced me and took most of my fortune,” he said bitterly. “The heartbreak pushed me into gambling and drinking. That’s how I went broke. But I’m seeing a therapist now. Once I kick the gambling and stop drinking myself into oblivion, I’ll be back on my feet. I’ll start making serious money again.” He leaned in, voice low and coaxing. “You’ve always treated me well. When I bounce back, I’ll make you my personal assistant. You’ll be earning seven or eight figures a week. My assistants used to make even more than that.”

Adrian** Different kinds of thoughts ran through my mind when I reflected on what happened between Anna and me. At least I am finally done with her. I got what I wanted from our contract marriage, and it will soon come to an end. Maybe I should just divorce her, I thought to myself. I checked my phone and discovered that the business proposal I had been waiting for had just landed in my inbox. It was through this contract marriage that I was able to secure the contract, and now my grandfather's legacy is helping my company flourish. My net worth is increasing, which makes me happy, placing me among the top ten billionaires in New York City.

I was a nobody orphan from a humble background, but my husband, Ethan Sterling, was the heir to one of America's wealthiest old-money families. He defied his entire family to marry me. But as I lay on the operating table, about to give birth, he stood before me, embracing Iris, putting on a show in front of everyone. Because Iris donated bone marrow to save his mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiancé betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband.

Surrounded by the blessings of friends and family, my wife and I vowed ourselves to a lifetime together. As I looked into her eyes, shimmering with tears of happiness, I felt that every hardship and turmoil of the past had suddenly become insignificant. At the banquet, an old childhood friend I had not seen in years came over with a glass of wine and casually mentioned something. He said that while browsing the social section of a financial news site, he had seen a report about a man named Hank Shephard who had recently been released from prison. Crushed under massive debt and burdened by a criminal record, the man could not find any work at all. In the end, he was reduced to living under an

An ordinary afternoon that had no business feeling this good. A family that wasn't really a family. A wife who wasn't really mine. She caught me staring. "What?" "Nothing." "You're staring." "Allowed to look at my wife." Color rose in her cheeks. "Fake wife." "Still my wife." "You're impossible." "So I've been told." For the first time in longer than I could remember, I wasn't Adrian Blackwood the billionaire everyone tiptoed around. I was just a man spending his afternoon with two people who'd become important to me somewhere along the way, without my noticing exactly when.

"You loved him because he had money mum,and you are only mad because you dont get to enjoy that money ,but you are lucky your current husband has money so i guess you dont have to be mad at him." "Ava you cant..." “Aha ,got you right ,your husbands were rich ,so pray tell why you never thought of repaying that debt?you spend all the money they gave you on expensive clothes and dinners for your equally uptight friends,because you wanted them to see you as succesful as them ,you wanted to belong with them ,all that while i was suffering" "You did not come to my house to lecture me ,yes im selfish then what ?" "Nothing,the debt is gone and as you can see i'm accomplished ,i dont epend on men to

He looked genuinely serious about following me everywhere for a whole year. “How am I going to afford a luxury life if you don’t work?” I smiled when he laughed at my joke. “You are funny, baby, but don’t worry, I have investments that won’t stop just because I am not showing up at the office. Your husband is a successful businessman and a billionaire.” He bragged. “Show off.” He laughed again and I joined him. We didn’t say anything for a whole minute again. “Are you happy that your mother is here?”

"Fine. I will admit it now. I am not a poor guy, Cass. I am not a beggar." "What do you mean?!" Cass demanded, her voice rising. "Then who are you?" Liam rubbed the back of his neck, looking completely uncomfortable. "I'm a billionaire, Cass. I am a major businessman. That is my real life. The truth is, I was just pretending to be poor this whole time." Cass felt like she had just been slapped right across the face by reality. The small apartment, the broken bicycle, the scrap yard—all of it was a lie. "Why?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Why would you do something like that?"

It was the most influential arts space in Pier Cove. Hartley Capital, between the Vivian scandal and a string of bad bets, had finally filed for bankruptcy. Word was that Preston had sold off his properties to cover the debt and was now living in a run-down rental on the east side, drinking most of the time. Vivian got three years for aggravated assault. Everyone who'd had a hand in hurting me had been paid back in kind. That day, I was in the gallery putting the final touches on a new exhibit when Rowan, being mysterious, steered me into the middle of the main hall.