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I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

And she tolerated till now. Although it was like a worst scene a wife could imagine to have, but she felt relieved when Vincent confirmed that the girl is too close with his friends circles. So she isn't doing it to Vincent only. Other than her, Vincent is a caring and loving husband what most of the women want them in their lives. He is breathtakingly handsome, gorgeous, brilliant, extraordinarily strong. He is the self-made billionaire with his picture being covered in every single biggest Magazines in the world. So, having a husband is like blessing. Especially for a woman like Emma Downey who lives up to her heart not wealth, she is fully satisfied with his love and attention until three

He kissed the top of her head with apparent tenderness, but his eyes gleamed with something much darker and far more possessive. “Everything you deserve, my love,” he replied softly, his voice low enough for only her to hear. “And I’m going to give you so much more than you can possibly imagine. So much more.” Isabella smiled, interpreting his words as a romantic promise of a shared future. She had no idea that behind that charming smile and those hypnotic green eyes, her new husband hid a billionaire empire, dangerous secrets, and a meticulous plan to bend her completely to his will.

I had finished dinner, and was watching a show, when he came in. “I saw your messages,” he said as he walked into my room. He was still in his ash-coloured jacket and white shirt, his hair neatly combed back as if he had just left the house. A few strands lay across his forehead. He slid his hands into his pockets, his face unreadable as he strode toward me in slow, calculated steps. I still found it unbelievable that this billionaire was now my husband. “You’re welcome. I knew you’d love it. Besides, you now carry the Ellison name— you should look the part. They’re the sort of things you signed up for.” He sat beside me on the bed, close enough that I could smell him.

"How rich is Danny exactly? Like, how many billions?" "Don't." "I'm just asking. For science." "Drop it." "Fine. Fine." She held up her hands. "But you have two billionaires fighting for you. Two. One of them is your ex-husband who you're still in love with. The other is a man who bought you a mansion and made you breakfast. Do you understand how insane that is?" "It's not insane. It's complicated." "It's insane. But I love it." She grinned. "You're living the dream, Olivia. The messy, complicated, two-billionaire dream."

His voice trembles. A short pause follows. “Your husband is a billionaire, Valerie Carter.” He smiles. “Relax and let my money talk.” My brows furrow, showing my disbelief. I know he’s rich, but I don't know he’s this rich. “The private jet, cars, this restaurant, I own it… Well, I bought it.” He shrugs. “I need to keep our beautiful memories and own the ground I will genuinely vow to you.” He licks his lips.

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

She had learned to stretch those dollars like precious silk, saving every thread she could for her secret plan, the business she was building one careful step at a time. And now he was giving her ten times that amount. Casually. Without condition. "Why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ronan tilted his head, his expression softening into something that might have passed for tenderness. "Do I need a reason to be generous to my wife?" Sarah's grip tightened around her phone. Your wife. The words echoed in her mind, but they did not bring comfort. They brought warning. Ronan Vexler did nothing without purpose. Every gift, every gesture, every calculated word served a goal.