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

"Look! I brought fifty-one percent of the Thorne Group shares! Come with me, sign this, and the entire Thorne family is yours! I can give you double, ten times what Valerius can!" The crowd went into an uproar. No one expected the once-mighty tycoon of Wall Street to actually put his entire fortune on the table as a bargaining chip to win back his ex-wife. Valerius's face darkened, and he moved to step forward, but I stopped him. Wearing a red "battle dress," I stood on the steps, looking down at the man who resembled a stray dog. "Caspian, you are pathetic." I spoke into the microphone, my voice ringing clearly across the plaza.

Lily collected the phone in relief; at least, now she would be able to check up on Joe at will. Lily got into Ashley’s room and turned on the data, and the first news scandal that popped up on her screen got her reeling in shock and heartbreak. “Billionaire CEO of the Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger, caught entering Aimee Landon’s apartment on the same night that they were both spotted at the grand party acting all cozy together, which brings us to ask; where is his wife, Ashley Grander?”

Even if she wanted to keep the baby, she lacked the means to support it. The dean couldn't quite understand, but he surmised that perhaps the big boss didn't want the child. After all, not just anyone could bear a child for the Luxton family. With this thought, his gaze softened with pity towards the young woman before him. What a predicament, he thought. So young, and to think that having a child could secure a position in the Luxton family? Such a long-standing and prestigious family wasn't simply accessible to the common folk.

The headline was still pulled up, written boldly beneath a photograph that had been taken outside a restaurant downtown. He was with a woman, and they were close enough that the photographer hadn’t needed to stretch the implication. Billionaire Julian Black spotted with mystery woman. Is this the infamous wife finally stepping into the spotlight? Julian looked at it for a moment longer, maybe two. Then he looked away and took a sip of his drink. “Where did you find that?” he asked. “It’s trending,” Lena said. “I didn’t have to find it. It found me.” “It’s nothing,” he said.

Only someone paying very close attention would have caught the shift. Emma did not notice. But Richard — who had been watching Adrian carefully — saw it and chose to say nothing. "Alina Hayes," Adrian repeated in a voice that was slightly lower. He wrote the name on his notepad with tightly controlled movement. "And her husband?" "Daniel Blackwood. CEO of Blackwood Enterprises." Adrian gave a slow nod. His hand made several notes but his mind was clearly turning quickly. Alina. The quiet girl who sat at the back of biology class. Who always carried a sketchbook everywhere. Who smiled gently when he lent her the pencil she had dropped.

The boss bore the pain in his groin and kicked the man hard, “Are you out of your mind? She is just playing with you. She is nothing but a mere actress. How much money do you think that she has?” Hearing their conversation, Emmy spoke up, “My husband is rich. I am sure that you have heard of someone by the name Vince Young. I am his wife, and if you let me go, I can guarantee that he will reward you handsomely.” Hearing that, the boss laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes, “You are very funny. Who do you think you are? Can someone like Vince Young get married to you? You should wake up from your wild dream, bitch.”

He starts looking at the file which was in his hand. "You don't have to come office today onwards you are a married woman now you should take care of your household chores, June will be a CEO," He said. "What about me?" I asked him "Your wife of Aaron Patterson. I don't think you need anything from me" he told. "I am your daughter as well. What do you give me as your daughter? What about the work I did? what about the 5 years I spent in this company?" I scream. "Don't shout, Rose" Mr. Anderson said he stands up while throwing the file on the table and comes toward me.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

I said without moving my eyes from the TV. "Tyler has most likely already blocked those accounts. Forgot that you got married in community of property?" "Wait, how do you know that?" "I date your husband's best friend." "Oh, so I'll just stay home then." "Come on, I'll go with you and pay, then Justin can reimburse me later," she said, offering that contagious smile. It had to be today that Caroline stuck to me. [...] I was already tired of waiting for the bank manager to help her get the money from the card that had been blocked for some reason. I should have met with Luke a long time ago.

Tried to look serious. "So. Mr. Knight has nothing now?" "No Knight Group. No family. Broke?" "Who says?" He leaned down. Mumbled against my lips before kissing me. "Don't I have you? A billionaire wife?" I laughed. Tried to dodge. "So I'm your only sugar mama now?" "You better treat me right. Or I'll cut you off!" "What are your orders, boss?" My eyes sparkled. A wicked smile. "From now on? You still peel the shrimp. And the crab. And the shark fin."