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At least, I expected chivalry from them for a woman. “Sorry?” Then I realized that he got it on his ego that I do not know who is he? Well, I do not have time to read those magazines featuring the big wigs if he is one of them. Without wasting my time on that idiosyncratic person, I just came from there. I really did not want to pay heed on his nuisance. “Here is my id.” The billionaire – my husband said and I looked into the intense eyes for his view but he looked reluctant.

"That's Victor Reines wife. She was standing right next to him when he announced the restructuring." Right at that exact second, as if triggered by a single wire, both phones vibrated with messages. Adrian looked down at his screen, the color completely draining from his face. "Fuck. Damien, look at the media campaign." Damien snatched his phone, his eyes scanning the headline: SCANDAL: Billionaire Victor Reines Launches Search for Runaway Wife; Accuses Her of Grand Theft and Stolen Corporate Data. Beneath the headline was a high-resolution photograph of Emily. She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown.

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

“There are all those Lifetime movies and romance novels about blindly marrying a multi-billionaire. Maybe that’s the case with you too, Seren.” Smacking her best friend in the head, Serenity remarked with a grin, “I bet you read all the chick lit in the shop. Dream on about marrying a billionaire at first sight. Do you think the place is crawling with billionaires?” Jasmine rubbed on the bump and sighed as Serenity had a point. Jasmine then asked, “Where’s your husband’s place?” “Brynfield.”

He asked in a French Canadian accent, as he ushered us forward. "No, Marcel, my sister is coming and her friend is as well," Sonya kissed the assistant on both his cheeks as he opened a long silk cream-colored sheet to the main dress room reserved for expensive clients. "Marcel this is the bride Cherokee Rains, and here is my son, Becket." She held out her long arms toward her son and soon-to-be daughter-in-law. "No introduction is needed of course for me," Came the voice from behind them of a woman who looked exactly like Sonya.

When she opened her eyes, she met someone's gaze, and she was not ready to answer at that moment. ### 8 Who is she? Mrs. Open Ali, go back to bed now. No. Are you disobeying me? perhaps. Oh, I will give you two options, move your ass or...or? Or just pray that when I catch you, I take it easy on you. We'll see. Oh, you have no idea how much you are turning me on, my cat. Let me go, Mr. There. Oh, my Persian pussy, I would never let you go.

I come down from the car and make my way towards her. When I reach her, she throws her hands around me, pulling me into a tight hug that almost sends us both to the ground. “Girl, you are glowing. Being a billionaire’s wife suits you” she tells me when she releases me from her hug. “You are the one who's glowing for someone who is not a billionaire” I say with sarcasm trying to match up her energy so that she wouldn't notice any indifference. “I know, right?” She affirms and giggles.

I could care less of how I’d look, of who took pictures of me as headlines, or of even how people would see me since I was the billionaire’s wife. Almost immediately, I heard the wheels of a stretch run in. It was swift. My eyes followed it and I saw a familiar wristwatch Sebastian loved wearing. It was a Gucci watch. Oh, my god, it was Sebastian. Sebastian Knight. My billionaire husband.

Mine! The screen cut to the news anchor and my gaze dropped to the news channel, it was the local news. My eyes widened as the realisation hit me like a truck at full speed. “ FINALLY, WE CAN PUT A FACE TO THE MOST HANDSOME AND UNTIL NOW, ELIGIBLE, BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE. YES, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MR. RYAN JOHNSON IS INDEED A MARRIED MAN. BUT WHO IS HIS MYSTERIOUS WIFE? AND HERE’S THE BOMBSHELL—SHE’S AN INDIAN BEAUTY. AND SHE’S HERE. IN. NEW. YORK.

“I was never expecting you here.” Lucas chuckled,pulling off his glasses so he could stare at Luca properly “Didn’t you?” His gaze flickered to the grand stage where the Sinclair Holdings logo gleamed in gold. “I heard tonight was a special night. Thought I’d drop by and congratulate my ex-husband on his latest triumph.”