Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss Novels & Stories

He looked about Sal’s age. He chuckled loudly and stood up then walked towards them. “Congratulations, ma’am,” he said and bowed a little then looked up at Sal. “Wow, never have I ever seen a man go so hard for his wife. You did not just make her the owner of everything under this name, you made the city’s chart get updated,” he said and Sal resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “What do you mean?” Andrea asked softly and he looked at her. “Oh, you don't know yet? You are a billionaire, you are one of the top five richest people in the country. You are the only woman on the list.” he said and Andrea’s eyes widened then she pulled out her phone from her bag.

"Let them be. We might be working at cross-purposes but we have the same goals." "It just seems we're wasting time." "He's never ever gonna find out, Julius. I'll make sure of that. I have my eyes on them and I'll make them suffer." "And Elena Miller? She's not suffering." "She's a strong woman indeed. Always finds a way to pull herself up." The boss remarked. "What if she gets back to her husband? There could be a reason why Alexander Black decide to go back to his wife, boss. What if he discovered something?"

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

It was already worse that every night she woke up needy and panting for him yet he wasn't by her side. Why did he have to ruin something so beautiful? Why didn't he just tell her- Alex's phone ranga and Evelyn blinked back at her tears, wiping her tears when he looked away to answer the phone. “Alex speaking,”. He said. “Turn on the TV, why? What's going on?” Was he eating right? She wondered. But then she scoffed, of course he was. The man was a billionaire. He could hire any chef and eat good food- “CEO of Wilson company?”

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

“The hot billionaire, yes.” “Well, that ‘hot billionaire’ is not only my dear husband…he’s also my new boss,” I tell her and hear her coughing and sputtering on the other end, clearly choking on something. “You dead?” “I’m good. I’m okay. What do you mean he’s your boss?” She questions, clearing her throat.

He fires. I bolt up, “My husband, you, I am not hooking up with anyone; he legally belongs to me, and I didn’t go cheating around while having a faithful partner.” He hissed, “Oh please, Riley, let’s be realistic; you never loved me. It was always what I had, and since you got your pussy around my boss’s dick, you couldn’t resist, especially because he is the country’s top billionaire. It was always for the money. If you had any ounce of respect and love for me, you would never be with another man—“

He said after he left to do something for his boss she was still in a good mood. Mrs. Patiram was surprised to find out that the boss already had a wife, she wanted to know who it was and try to cause some trouble. Mrs. Patiram believed that there was no woman that was better suited for the rich billionaire that was renting their beach house and hoped that she could get her daughter to be with him.

Eric asked. "He was my husband," Sara revealed seriously. Eric paused, setting down his spoon before wiping his mouth, "Are you that Sara Owen?" Sara nodded, perceiving the disturbance in his expression, "Shocked?" He smirked, "You were the wife of such a big businessman, and now you are working as an employee in a software company. No one will believe that you are the same Sara Owen." With a hint of sadness in her smile, Sara replied, "The truth will not change whether someone believes it or not."