Never Cross A Billionaire's Wife Full Movie Novels & Stories

To millions of anonymous people who know absolutely nothing about the truth, I am the bitter, desperate slut who simply couldn't let go of her billionaire ex-husband. Sitting in the back of a dark airport cab, watching the rain streak the window, I finally put my head in my hands and weep.

"She's clearly incapable of consenting." The stranger's eyes widened in surprise as Sebastian's blows rained down on him. Abigail's eyes fluttered closed, her head lolling to the side as she slumped in her chair. "You're her husband?" the stranger stammered, trying to defend himself. Sebastian's grip tightened, his face twisted in rage. "I'm her husband, and I won't let anyone take advantage of her. Least of all a stranger like you." The music and laughter around them faded into the background as the scene escalated, drawing the attention of the other partygoers.

I didn't want to dwell on the fact that my husband, whom I'd been married to for three years, hadn't told his friends about our marriage. "Hello, lady, you must be the maid, could you please tell me where the bathroom is?" And I thought I had seen it all until a nose-pierced lady who looked like a Barbie version of Billie Eilish walked up to me. I raised my middle finger and walked past her, using my eyes to scan the entire room, looking for my husband. "Hey," I felt a warm hand on my shoulders. "What is..." I turned to see the Barbie version of Billie Eilish standing with a pot-bellied man, and I froze. He was scary.

The screen lights up like a Christmas tree, alerts cascading down faster than I can read them. But I don't need to read them all. The headline at the top tells me everything: "HUSBAND SNATCHER: Ex-Girlfriend of Billionaire Adrian Cross Accused of Sabotaging Engagement" The world tilts. My thumb moves on autopilot, tapping the article. Words swim before my eyes, each sentence a knife sliding between my ribs. "Sources close to the Cross family reveal that Sera Martinez has been making unwanted advances toward Adrian Cross despite his engagement to socialite Ivy Shawn..."

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

I heard they got divorced! [What? Divorced? Who would leave a perfect man like Mr. Cross?] [Perfect man? Please. Look at him at the airport—he obviously betrayed her first and is now crying for forgiveness!] [But Mr. Cross is a billionaire. He just made a mistake that all men make. Is his wife really so heartless to completely abandon him?] [Ha! You might want to put up with a cheating husband, but a wealthy heiress doesn't have to. She can definitely find someone better!]

Anna crossed her legs and looked up. "You should have seen the way I was carrying my head around the office because I was banging the boss. He even promised to see my parents." She hit the table, causing the glasses of wine to shake. "It all brings us to one thing," Eve said. "What?" "His wife. It's obvious Henry loves his wife and is hiding his schemes from her." "She's the highlight of every story here." Sherry agreed with a nod. "Then we bring the stories to the limelight and spray the garment of her husband's shame before her," Xiana said

The realization felt so surreal it left him momentarily overwhelmed. After a while, he seemed to regain his composure and reached out his hand towards Yan Anna. Yan Anna quickly stepped back, reacting like a startled rabbit instinctively trying to escape. Andrew Luxton frowned slightly, perplexed by her timidity. "Take my arm, let's go. You don't want to stay here, do you?" She shook her head vigorously. "I don't dislike the baby, but I don't have the means to raise him." "Then you think I'm dead?" He blurted out, his voice raised. Seeing her eyes rimmed with red, looking pitiful like a scared rabbit, he quickly softened his tone. "I am the child's father; I will take responsibility."

How come she didn’t save it in her account ? Where did she get all that money? Yes, she is the wife of the a business merchant who owns a food factory and own most of the top restaurants in the north and even in Lagos, but she is not working ... She is just his wife ... I hope Dhikrah did not steal the money... I don’t want to get mixed with her dubious character... She sighed again and she remember the pregnant who had just left the store... Oh Allah, I want a baby too... She had thought getting pregnant would be easier but now she knows better.

Vera questioned, standing before me with hands akimbo. "His father is a General, and Denzel himself holds the rank of Colonel. One of them must surely have a chopper at their disposal. Now, go and take care of the bag," I replied, my confidence unwavering. "Emma!" "What now?" "Remember, not everyone is wealthy like you!" Vera said. "I know, Vera! Denzel desperately wants to bed me, and I have no doubt he'll do whatever it takes to make it happen," I confidently stated as I dialed my grandmother's number, preparing for the next phase of my plan.