Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You being with countless women other than—." "Can we talk about this in private, Sonya I'm currently busy." I turned around to see Mr. Banks giving me the 'What's wrong with you?' Eyes but I didn't care, I was tired of being the dutiful wife. "Please who is this?" One of the board members asked, referring to me. "Uhm–I–uh she's my partner." Adrian started. "Can you find out what she wants?" The board member added, "Just settle your disputes somewhere else."

I asked with furrowed brows. But she shook her head. "Nothing... It's just that, her ex-husband is Sebastian Weston, the billionaire CEO of Weston's Corp in Clasold City. That's like one of the top three biggest corporations in the whole of the country. Did you know that?" She asked and I couldn't help but feel a bit humiliated. Even his existence alone was enough to intimidate me. Fucking fantastic. I was fazed she knew all about that. Knew all about who he was. That annoying prick.

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.

“The secretary you came with... she’s actually your wife, right?” He laughed. “No, not by a long-shot.” His face darkened, and he stood up and took her hands in his. She had been watching him all morning, her green eyes taking in his every movement. She was able to read his emotions like a book, yet he knew this was going to be a surprise. “I haven’t been completely honest with you about what I do. I’m the new CEO of DS Oil and Gas.” She snorted in disbelief. “I knew you had money, Jack, but a billionaire? Be serious.”

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

Leena's POV “[BREAKING NEWS: Mrs. Leena, Ex-wife to Mr. James and Wife of Mr. Sean, reveals her wealth and turns out to be the isolated Trillionaire Chairman. She has secretly built a gigantic ENA Empire that scales higher than other industries in the nation.]” The news broadcaster continued speaking as her voice escaped from the speakers. I elegantly walked into the media firm and all eyes were on me. They looked shocked and also speechless while some of them looked at the television and back at me.

“And now onto the world of business, but what is business without a little entertainment?” And just like that — my world caught fire… BREAKING NEWS: BILLIONAIRE CEO ADRIAN VOSS IN SCANDAL – MISTRESS CLAIMS PREGNANCY. Sources Reveal Secret Marriage Years Prior. Identity of Wife Unknown. What the hell? I stared, half-awake, half in disbelief at the words displayed on the screen in red. I felt my temperature drop as the room began to close in on me. “Turn that off.” “Sir—”

She is accurate which makes Abby nod her head. "You missed the most important part, Mrs. Mendez" she smiles, which made the woman furrow her brows in bafflement. "I am CEO Lucas Alexander Wright's wife. Now, if you have three hundred fifty billion dollars in your name, you have to pay me triple that amount" She sweetly smiled after seeing the woman's exacerbated perplexity. "According to the web, my husband is worth that amount. So, triple it and I will cater to you first. Let's see where your arrogance brings you" She charmingly added while the woman paled at the obvious fact.

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."