My Wife Is A Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

They were beaming radiantly at their phone camera. The title of the live stream was glaringly harsh—"Goodbye, Loser. Hello, Billionaire Life." "Loser?" I muttered to myself, my heart clenching as if a hand had squeezed it tight. We'd been married for three years, and I'd been killing myself with 72-hour work weeks as a programmer just to make the down payment for our apartment. Even so, the property deed had both of our names on it. I felt that I'd never mistreated her, yet I was just a loser in her eyes.

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

She said this because she is worried he had put all his life savings here so maybe he won’t have any more personal finances. Oliver wrapped his hand around her waist “It’s like you forgot you are married to the youngest and richest billionaire in this city” Nuella smiled “No, I didn’t forget, but….” “But nothing, you should have no worries, I only put in the money my grandfather left for me as inheritance not my personal fortune” “Grandfather’s inheritance was that much” Nuella was surprised

His band's tour had finally come to an end as he was preparing for his six month hiatus and his apartment was ready, just in time for him to move in. I knew that many of my friends from both our high school days and college days would be in attendance, and I knew that the news of me marrying a very powerful man had spread around, so I knew I had to look and play the role of a billionaire's wife. I sighed “this new life is surely an exhausting and tiring one”. “I wonder why he decided to invite our old classmates to his housewarming party. I would ask him when I got there”, I said to myself.

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”

“Nice place.” Lena blinked. “What—what are you doing here?” “I was in the city. Took a cab. Thought I’d stop by and congratulate my sister.” He pushed past her gently, stepping into the penthouse as if it offended him. Lena’s stomach dropped. “Noah…” He turned slowly. “Is it true?” he asked, voice low. “Are you marrying a billionaire?” She swallowed. “It’s… complicated.” “I’ll simplify it for you,” he said, stepping closer. “Did you lie to me?”

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

she replied and Rico nodded. “Tell me her story, what happened to her?” she asked. “You know that isn't allowed.” “I can ask around and know by the end of today,” Olga replied. Rico sighed and hesitated a little before speaking. “She was the wife of a billionaire in New York City.” “What billionaire?” Olga asked, paying full attention. “Our old friend. Bryan Hart.”

Complete, ringing silence. Then a laugh bursts out of me, harsh and loud in the empty room. It's not a happy sound. It's triumphant, greedy, vicious. A billionaire. My mousy little wife, the one who could barely look me in the eye, is a fucking billionaire. And she hid it from me. All those years. The jealousy evaporates, replaced by a blazing, glorious greed. This changes everything. She's not just my wife. She's my fortune. The man on the phone is still talking. "...means if we target the company, we're targeting her assets directly. It's a much bigger lever against Sotheby. He married her for her money, obviously. Ruin that, and you ruin him."

"That family is bad news. My life was ruined after I became friends with Richard and now that my daughter is associated with his son, she's in a gooddamn hospital." His wife sighed and returned to the stool. She knew convincing her husband to see things through her eyes was going to be a futile task. She could bet that the accident was an act that was bound to happen." She adjusted the covering around Eve and turned to her husband. "Its fate. I'll suggest we hold onto hope. Our daughter is going to be fine." He strode toward her and gave Eve a peck on the left cheek. Whether his wife was going to hold on to his narrative or not, he had a strong conviction that the Richards were bad news and