Romans & histoires Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss

‘Her reaction is off…’ She frowned. Before she could say anything, Sally had flattened her lips and said, "You told me yesterday that my husband's eyes were okay, and that you know my husband better than I do. Today, you say that my husband is your boss. Then, are you going to tell me tomorrow that my husband is actually a final boss in a video game?" Sally glared at Chelsea angrily and blurted, "My husband is an ordinary differently-abled person!" Chelsea’s Violet Chateau had such a high net worth, how on earth could her dear husband be Chelsea’s boss?

Not even her former boss at Ladder to Paradise knew the real reason behind her decision to leave the place, and Alexa, her closest friend at the place, also knew nothing about what she was doing in Haston City. The two people didn't know about it, and neither did her mother know that she was now the wife of a billionaire. Yes, her mother didn't know the truth all along, but if the media started publicizing the truth on television and the internet, the woman would eventually know that she was just a con artist who was hungry for money.

The headline made me feel sick: "SECRET CEO REVEALED: Fashion Mogul Jane Phillips-Garrett Is Holmes Family Wife!" Below that was a picture of Christian putting my wedding ring back on my finger at the gala. "This can't be happening," I said to myself. I clicked on the article. It was worse than I'd imagined. "Jane Phillips-Garrett, the mysterious CEO of P&G Industries, was revealed last night to be the wife of billionaire Christian Holmes. The couple, who sources say have been living separately for months, appeared to reconcile at a charity gala where Phillips-Garrett was honored as one of New York's top entrepreneurs."

With a sympathetic balance, she responded, "That’s our boss’s ex–husband. A billionaire, as you can see." At that point, it seemed like a time bomb went off inside of me, shattering my entire being.

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

I looked at her briefly before we shaked hands. “I really loved all your ideas regarding our school affair. That's a very smart one, Mr Adrian must be lucky that he has a beautiful wife like you.” She expressed, her teeth popping as she smiled heavily. “I'm lucky too to have him. I'm so sorry my husband couldn't make this meeting but I'm sure he will come for the next one.” I remarked, squinting my eyes while I struggled to lie continuously. “We acknowledge the fact that he is the biggest billionaire in this country but then his daughter needs him. After his wife there's been so much change in that child.” She voiced with concern, I could see the sincerity in her face.

“We’d say that you have to sell your place, and it’s taken longer than expected to put it on the market. Also, we wanted to keep things as separate as possible until we were married and then still keep our living arrangements and relationship private.” “I live in a freaking duplex, and I rent,” I said sardonically. “I’ll think of something.” This is crazy. Of all the things I expected when I walked in here, marriage was not on the table. “You can’t pay me to be your wife! That’s…everyone would think that I got this huge bonus and a promotion for doing um…uh…doing inappropriate things with you!” I don’t mention how my constant defending him to people here would be a big red flag.

"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?"

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.