The Billionaire Accidental Wife Novels & Stories

The sudden interest in her was almost bewildering and she felt as if she'd become a mini celebrity all her own if the way she received mails from people she didn't know or knew and hadn't talked to in ages was anything to go by. Of course, Tina helped her jog her memory as to who the people congratulating her on her fast approaching wedding were so she could reply appropriately but it was all still pretty overwhelming to her. She'd gone from having a steady job to having no job at all to becoming the would be wife to a renowned billionaire in the span of a few weeks. But she'd adjusted well.

He smiled and held my hand that was lying on the table. “I’ve told you countless times that I’m not your wife, yet you still don’t believe me,” I whispered softly, staring at his hand that was clutching mine. Why the hell are you thumping so quickly, heart? Stop now because you’re about to leave. He laughed dryly before looking me in the eyes. “My wife… she does so many horrible things that the only thing I want for her is to rot in hell,” he said, shaking his head, “that’s why I’m looking for her so she can pay for it. It was unfortunate for your side because we mistook you for her. That night, my agent told me that Veronica was in that club and partying. We made a mistake, and I apologize

"I heard he already got married, but I don't know to whom. He has been manipulating the media to hide his wife" "I wonder who's the lucky woman. With more than five hundred billion dollars net worth and more will be coming from the new alliance, that woman will be showering with billions of dollars" "She doesn't need to work nor lift a finger to get what she wants. She is a billionaire. I envy whoever she is!" Listening to the discreet conversation around, the man turns to Lexie with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

she said slowly. “This is going to be interesting.” Amara suddenly realized something. The peaceful balance in the mansion… Was about to disappear. And somehow, she had a feeling Sophia Bennett had something to do with Alexander’s past. Something he clearly didn’t want to talk about. Author’s Note Dear readers, Thank you so much for supporting The Billionaire’s Accidental Bride. Your comments, encouragement, and love for Amara and Alexander mean the world to me. It seems someone from Alexander’s past has appeared… and her presence may change everything.

“ I was the one who brought you here after your accident. I've been with you the whole time, with no sign of your family members. Not even your husband. I mean, how could Grey Grand be so cruel? He’s having an affair with your twin sister, and he’s treating you terribly. I suspect he might be the cause of the accident. But you should have been more careful. Don’t let them push you into doing things that could hurt you. They don't care; you need to learn to take care of yourself when no one else will. Trust me, you’ll be fine.” I stare at the woman with wide eyes, jaw slack. How does she know so much? I've never seen her before. “You know my husband? You know me?” Her shoulder slumps as she s

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

“So did I.” A moment passes. Then another knock at the door. We both froze. I opened it. Vanessa. She storms in. “You need to see this.” She shoves her phone into my hand. It’s a news alert. BILLIONAIRE HEIR MARRIED TO THE WRONG TWIN—FAMILY SCANDAL EXPLODES Photos. Names. Everything. “I don’t know who leaked it,” she says. “But it’s everywhere. Blogs. News sites. Social media.”