Running After My Secret Billionaire Ex Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Noah yelled, “I’ll have you know I have lots of money! My dad and my sister send money to my account regularly! “Take it for your movie, I’m giving all of it to you!” “No, no, Mr. Baker… Let’s talk about this!” Trinity was shocked. “We do need investments for the production but…” “I’ll invest, I’ll do it!” Noah raised his voice. “Like the Hollywood scale, I’ll triple it… No, no, five times more!” “Mr. Baker, can you calm down?” Trinity could barely handle this sudden jackpot. It was unusual. She had heard that there was a Baker heir who was not quite mentally capable. This must be him!

I brought it out with my free hand and saw that it was my friend, Ethan, calling. I answered the call and brought the phone up to my ear. He didn't let me speak before he started talking. “Brand, I think I just saw your wife.” I frowned. “My wife?” The phrase had Bailey staring at me with intensity. I ignored her and slowly set Charlotte on the ground. “Yes, your wife, your ex-wife, whatever. The woman that made you go to the bar where we met.” “I think I get the gist now, Ethan.” I said sarcastically, then paused. “Wait, for real? In LA?”

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*

“You’re my wife.” I didn’t say anything. He stepped back, pulled his sleeves up, and grabbed his phone from his pocket, “let’s go.” We walked out through the main hallway and every staff member moved like clockwork. A butler opened the front door before we even got there, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting out front, engine running, doors already open. I looked at him. “Seriously?” He put on his sunglasses. “You married a billionaire. What did you expect, Uber?”

Why not to a billionaire? Little did I know that five years later, I'd still be a sick billionaire's virgin wife. My pussy was still throbbing, traitorously wet from having cum in front of my step son moments ago. I gulped and tried to crawl backward like a wounded animal, but he lunged at me, one big hand fisting in my long brunette hair.

If I say stand here to someone, he would stand but look at me now, I was slowly striding behind my ex-wife like a beggar. I knew I’d caused it. I shouldn't have cheated, if I hadn't, then I won't be facing this but still if I had not, then I won't know this secret side of my ex-wife, that she's a billionaire and that she owns the mansion we used to live in. She turned to me, her brows lowered. “Why are you stopping? Didn't you ask me to rescue you from Matteo’s hands at all cost?” She grinned, a witty and cheeky one. I lulled down a deep breath, looking away. I refused to answer.

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as a wrenching feeling of foreboding overshadowed me. “Go on,” My voice came out in a near whisper. “Who is she?” “Catherine Williams is the daughter who your father had with Ophelia Williams.” He divulged, and my eyes widened comically as goosebumps flooded my entire body. How long was that bitch going to frustrate me with her existence? “The same Catherine Williams that we know? Alessandro's ex-wife?” I spurted out. “Yes, ma'am.” “You know what,” I shakily ran my hand through my hair. “I will get back to you. “

I reached up and ripped the gray wig from my head, casting it into the dirt. "The man you married was a billionaire who thought the world followed the rules of a boardroom," I said, my silver eyes locking onto hers. "The man standing in front of you is the one you created when you tried to bury him alive." I gripped the steel rod and pointed it down the dark gullet of the tunnel. "Now, move. We have a long walk to where we are headed, and Victor is only five minutes behind us." The frenzy was just beginning. I wasn't just fleeing a villa; I was dismantling a life. And as we stepped into the deep, echoing silence of the Secret Vein, I knew one thing for certain:

To learn the truth, not just about him, but about the bizarre situation that had somehow turned me into his accidental wife. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and met his gaze. "Alright," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "Let's talk." The billionaire offered a curt nod, a flicker of something akin to respect flickering in his dark eyes. He gestured towards the study door. "After you, Mrs. Reynolds." As I stepped past him, a strange sense of anticipation settled over me. This wasn't just about clearing up a drunken mistake anymore. This was about unraveling the tangled web of secrets surrounding the billionaire, Project Nightingale, and the truth about our unlikely marriage.