The $18 Billion Wife He Abandoned Novels & Stories

Lit his favorite candle. She had offered him everything. And he had come home, sat down, and slid the papers across the table. “Our marriage,” he said now, flicking ash into the crystal tray beside him, “was always a business arrangement, Isla.” There it was. The knife. But she didn’t flinch. Not anymore. Callum’s eyes drifted toward the window where the evening light poured in golden and indifferent. “Besides,” he added, voice flat, “Eliana’s back.”

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

He still didn't look at her. “I married Joan because my mother wanted it.” His voice was flat. “My father's dying wish was that I marry someone who wouldn't ask questions. A poor orphan with no family to fight back. My mother and I didn't think she'd be good for anything except....a house wife. Easy to control.” He sniffled. “Then I saw her potential after marriage. Joan helped us land six major contracts in three months with her proposals, pitch decks, business advice....” He went quiet for a long time before speaking again. “For three years, I made her work for my company from home, without any credit to her name.

"How can you do this to me, Viviane? I was seven trying to get us a child, my child. But you didn't even wait for me, nor gave me a chance to explain." The man slumped down on the floor holding his head as the anxious yet sad gaze of his displayed the utter sadness. Diego was broken and torn upon the news and held his head while a tear crawled down the cheek of the once austere man who never surrendered to anyone. In that moment he was crushed by the love and that too at the hands of his beloved wife, for whom he had been struggling, to save his marriage. 'This is becoming unbearable for me now.' Diego being the target of the paparazzi's slandering was a big issue, whereas Nathalie hadn't se

"I didn't mean to use the baby as a threat, I'm sorry for troubling you. But getting an abortion requires parental consent, and I... I can't let my parents know about this." "Abortion?" Andrew Luxton's gaze fell on Yan Anna's flat abdomen, struggling to believe that it could be nurturing his child. Andrew, a true scion of a wealthy family, had taken over the conglomerate at twenty-two and managed it impeccably, expanding continuously over eight years and adding luster to the Luxton family's already illustrious name. Yan Anna saw his grim expression, his dark eyes chillingly sharp. She bit her lip hard, telling herself not to be afraid. She genuinely needed his help; otherwise, she would be u

I clutched my phone, my stomach churning as a wave of nausea hit the back of my throat. My wife Eliza Wood's lazy voice droned on from the speaker, "Not enough? Want me to throw in another million dollars? "Speak up. Did you go mute? One million dollars isn't enough for you to squander? I'm giving you this money to keep up appearances for the Wood family. Stop embarrassing me out there. And drop the whole divorce act. I'm sick of hearing it."

But she’d done nothing to make me think that way. Elena had been a faithful, doting wife. We’d had a good marriage. How could I have let Lydia convince me otherwise. And then there was the abortion. For the past three years, I’d been helping Lydia raise Ava. When I could have been raising my own child with Elena. The thought caused me to bite down hard on my lip. It was almost too much to bear. I couldn’t think about it. I had to stay focused on the present. We had to get Elena out of whatever mess she was in. We could deal with everything else after.

Emily stared at the documents before her. Marriage or freedom. She had to choose. She certainly could not pay the thirty thousand dollars required to buy her freedom. The number alone felt suffocating. Suddenly, she missed her old life. She had been poor, yes, but she had been happy. Or at least lighter. No-one had owned her then. “Can we do this later?” she asked. "i need some time to think." Damien looked unbending. “You should have thought of that when you decided to break our engagement in my office.”

This wasn't the first time Xavier had faced women who had to pay the price after the media leaked their relationships to him. Xavier never felt sorry for any of them, as they were from conglomerate families. Approaching Xavier only for personal gain-even trying to trap him into their love traps. Unfortunately, it was different now. Shena was not someone from the family conglomerate. Shena had done nothing wrong, nor did she intend to harm Xavier. "Are you doing this on purpose to be pitied by me?" Xavier asked sarcastically. But honestly, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

“He’s much more generous than you are. I can live a life free of worries with 1.6 billion.” “You’re satisfied with just 1.6 billion?” “Exactly. I’m not that greedy. 1.6 billion is enough.” Titus sneered in disdain. “Didn’t you ask to become my wife in the past? Why did you betray me for 1.6 billion? Not only did you lose your right to become my wife, you even ended up as my enemy. Was it worth it?” “Even if I didn’t take the 1.6 billion, you wouldn’t have married me. Instead of waiting for you to cast me aside when you get tired of me, I would rather get myself a long-term source of income while I’m still young and beautiful.”