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

he smiled looking away from her "Nevermind about it" "I'm sorry, I lost my memory, so I don't really remember anyone" "Oh." he said in realization. "You're the son-of the-chairman's wife, right?" "Yea…how do you know?" "Nothing, just do" "You're a more horrible liar" "Ha-ha-ha" he burst out laughing and she wondered what about that was funny as she stared at the way his eyes cringed up while he laughed. "I'm a famous swimmer dumbass, and I work as an ambassador to your husband's dumb company"

"The perfect wife." His steel-blue eyes search mine. "Is it?" Before I can respond, Gregory approaches with business associates. I smile, shake hands, make appropriate conversation about art and philanthropy while internally cataloging escape routes. The evening passes in a blur of performances. I met Margaret Vale, whose husband owns half the commercial real estate downtown. Elena Kozlov, married to a tech billionaire who made his fortune in cryptocurrency. Caroline Westbrook, trophy wife number three to a pharmaceutical executive. They all wear the same armor I'm building. The same practiced smiles. The same carefully curated conversations that reveal nothing real.

Francisco wanted to kill someone in anger. "What do we do now? Let's go before the property management department finds out," Isabela suggested. On the other hand, Martin and others are afraid to speak out because they are afraid of what might happen. This place is so scary that even his son Marvin, a self-proclaimed millionaire didn't dare to look like a fool when he first came there. The Evergrande villa is a place that only billionaires own. A millionaire will not last long in this place. Although Marvin's one million annual salary seemed like a lot of money to the average person, Martin knew very well that it was no more than a penny in the eyes of the Villar family.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

"And do you also know about her first love? That one woman who left him when they were still young? He's still waiting for her until now, do you know that?" "Y-Yes. But I'm afraid I can't tell any more details about that, ma'am." I nodded. "Yeah right, I almost forgot that you're actually a loyal man to your boss. But you know what, Henry?" "Ma'am?" "Well, I know you already know, but I was actually born from a poor family. A family who can't even afford to pay their monthly rent. If you still don't know yet, the reason why I actually agreed on having a fake relationship with your boss is because I needed the money. I needed it to be able to pay my family's debts."

“Okay so you know how I’ve been talking to you guys about my dads business failing, they all nodded in unison. “Yeah so he kinda had some bad dealings with some shady people and that made him lose a very huge amount of money and it also lead to him, firing his workers as he couldn’t pay their salary for the sometime and closing down his business. So how does the marriage come to play Calvin. asked. Well as he was searching for people to lend him money to pay up the salaries of some f his workers and to be able to reopen his business again. He met Mr Alexandria Cartwright. “Wait Alexandria Cartwright., Alexandria Cartwright., that name seems familiar. I know I’ve heard it before. I just can’t

"She has not even done half of what I have done for this company. So why?" "Will you stay quiet and just let me explain, it's crystal clear that you have sacrificed so much for this company.... but, when it comes to this I have no choice because her husband is rich, he supports her with his shares and that got her to be the CEO! you should know this is entirely not my fault. Not in anyway" He explained which soothes away my anger. He is right, Dora is the one with the highest shares after dad because of her husband. Edwin McCain, the owner of MC company, a fvcking billionaire. Handsome, young, he is what you call arrogant rich, I hate him and my sister.

"I heard he already got married, but I don't know to whom. He has been manipulating the media to hide his wife" "I wonder who's the lucky woman. With more than five hundred billion dollars net worth and more will be coming from the new alliance, that woman will be showering with billions of dollars" "She doesn't need to work nor lift a finger to get what she wants. She is a billionaire. I envy whoever she is!" Listening to the discreet conversation around, the man turns to Lexie with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"You´re nuts. You really have no idea who you have there? Whose wife she is? She´s worth far more to you for ransom than any third-world hustler´s going to give you." Now I have his attention. "What are you talking about? Who is she then?" "That´s Beth Haswell... Elizabeth Haswell... Richard Haswell´s wife..." He looks at me blankly. "You know... Richard Haswell... Billionaire... Owns half the fucking city. And that´s his wife you´re pawing at. He´ll pay a fortune to get her back, but he might not be so happy about it if he thinks you´ve been fingering his property."