The $18 Billion Wife He Abandoned Novels & Stories

The only additions I would be adding to the details would be why he lost custody of his daughter—something none of the media had spoken of since the news about the man began to flash around. Deciding that I was indeed not bringing harm to anyone, I returned my attention to my screen as my hand hovered above the keyboard and I began to type away. As we all know, the past two weeks have been filled with tension as Dougal Wilde bade goodbye to his marriage of many years with Mrs. Nerissa Wilde or shall I say Miss. Cameroon? Many of us know that he lost one-third of his wealth to her in the fight for freedom. And also the custody of his daughter, their only child.

"And when I heard he'd trashed your show over another woman, I couldn't do it anymore." "So I set up that meeting. I faked the injury. I lived in your apartment." "I know what I did was cheap. I just wanted you back." I listened, and something in me that I wasn't ready for was trying to rise. "Rowan. Are you an idiot? You're the heir to Ellsworth Holdings. You could have any woman you want. Why tie yourself to me?" It came out more irritated than I meant. Rowan laughed. He looked like a kid who'd just gotten away with something.

“Terzo told me how you and Spade got married. I have this vibe that you two are into each other, but something is holding you back.” “So you know?” But then the question was, how much did they know? “Yes. My husband doesn’t keep secrets from me, no matter how uncomfortable they are.” “Well, screw NDA. I’m indebted to him. Three million dollars. I have to stay married to him for a year, and he can do whatever he wants.” Dani laughed out loud, shaking his head. “I don’t know much about Spade’s life, but I know enough if I heard bullshit.” “I was abducted and sold to the highest bidder. Literally.”

and “abandoned child with medical needs.” The headline read: "Billionaire Damien Vale’s Hidden Son Battles Life-Threatening Illness, While He Plays House with New Wife." Elena felt the floor tilt beneath her feet. The past wasn’t just knocking anymore. It was breaking down the door.

And the headline read: “Well-known billionaire abandons his family for a gold-digger.” Cookie’s heart slammed hard against her chest, causing her breath to almost seize but she struggled to breath as she held onto the phone with her shaky hands, reading the fake news that claimed Selena and Jamie had been together but he abandoned her when she needed him the most. And now they have a daughter he doesn't care for. There was even a statement from Selena, stating he’d refused to pay for child support or even take in the kid and care for her, but he’d lavish his money on Cookie.

I had stayed up until 3:00 AM designing his startup logos and refining his projections while he slept soundly beside me. After three years of my life, he dared to cast me aside and marry into money. Fool. I wasn't going to beg. I wasn’t going to trade words with him. I was going to bury him beneath everything he thought he owned. I’d watched my father abandon my mother to fight cancer alone after twenty-four years of marriage. He didn't even wait for her to be gone before he remarried, leaving her to wither away in a hospital bed while he played house with a woman half her age.

She read through them once again, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Dear, dear ex-husband," she muttered, a triumphant smile playing on her lips, "it's truly a shame you never bothered to get to know the real me. That's going to be the biggest mistake of your life." With a flourish, she tore the divorce agreement in half and tossed it into the trash can. "Ten million dollars?" she scoffed, addressing herself. "It's peanuts compared to the three years' worth of sacrifices I've put into this relationship.”

"Four years ago, your wife asked me to keep it quiet. From you. At the time I told her, the two of you are a one-in-a-million pairing. I said you were genuinely made for each other. Did you ever have that baby, by the way?" Jonathan finally surfaced from underwater. He smiled. It came out wrong. "Yes. We had one." He said it softly, then he walked out of the office on autopilot. “Yes. We had one. Then I killed it with my own hands.” His phone buzzed. His assistant. Vivienne's financial records. Every cent of medical money he'd given her had gone to luxury shopping. Bags, jewelry, clothes. Some of it had gone to men's watches and men's bags. And every month, hundreds of thousands of dollars h

You don't actually think you're worth $30 million, do you? The cruelty of his words shattered whatever was left of my dignity. I swallowed the pain and the sob rising in my throat. "The $30 million... I'll find a way to pay you back." "I don't want the money!" Declan cut me off, barely containing his rage. "Wren, do you think this is about money? "You're the one abandoning this family. You're the one walking away. The bracelet stays, and I'll give it to someone who actually wants to be my wife."