The Billionaire Ceo Runaway Wife の小説・ストーリー

"I'll pay you a million dollars. No games." "A... a million dollars?" Iris's voice faltered. The number was staggering. Ryan leaned back, sipping his drink casually. "Yes. A million. And when the contract is over, you never have to see me again." Her mind raced. A million dollars could change everything. Her mother needed surgery, and the medical bills were suffocating her. She could finally pay off the debt and maybe even start her dream of becoming a fashion designer. But... marry a stranger? "How do I know you're serious? For all I know, you could be some psycho," she challenged.

it seems Emma and my parents haven't noticed her yet and I hope it stays that way but I'm going to pay my little wife a visit tonight. "Finally," I say as I kick my heels of my feet by the door in the entrance of the house. I stumble up the stairs to my room and entered the shower. Just as I got out I heard a car come up the driveway. I look out the window and I see my husband's car. I wonder what he's doing here. I had seen him at the benefit dinner. Watched as he came in with Emma, as they talked to their parents. Honestly they make such a perfect couple. They seemed to be matching, him in a dark blue suite and she in a dress of the same color. Picture perfect, I know tomorrow they'll be o

He hated this feeling like he had lost his prey while being subjective. The housekeeper took the name of a friend of Violet to call Violet's acquaintances and inquire about her, but none of them knew where Violet was. Because Violet is no longer just a lady but also a billionaire's wife, the news that she ran away from home is not allowed to spread and must not be sniffed by journalists. If the hounds found out about his wife's departure, it would cause a lot of trouble for him and his company.

Noah said, voicing out his worries. I paused, narrowing my eyes at him. "You're not a celebrity, are you?" Please say no, or my life will be the garbage of molded peanuts. "Noah Hudson. A 27-year-old billionaire chef of Bulgario Five star Hotels and Resorts. Find out more about his lifestyle-" Hailey increased the volume of the YouTube Video. My eyes widened more than before as I slowly disgested on how my life was not about just getting stuck with some strange handsome man but with a billionaire who's famous all around the world.

"It's only a matter of time. You've gone soft, Mr. Pomeroy, and it shows in your investments." Byron shook his head in disbelief. "Now I've heard it all." "We could have been quite the power couple, you and I," Christine said, pointing a bright red fingernail at Byron, "but you chose an upstart little nobody instead. See how the tables will be turning." "You're right," Byron said to Emily, "we shouldn't be wasting our times with this nonsense." They walked away from Christine and her new billionaire beau. "What did he mean about taking over your territory?" Emily asked.

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

I can’t even cry, the tears stay trapped, burning behind my eyes, refusing to fall and what finally pulls me back is Anastasia’s voice. She’s talking now, excited, animated going on about what it feels like to be married to the biggest and youngest billionaire in the world. Her voice grates against my ears and every word feels like a jab. A reminder and mockery, that’s when I’ve had enough, I grab the remote and turn off the TV abruptly, the room plunging back into silence. The silence is heavy but it’s better than having to endure that and I lean back in my chair, staring at nothing.

"You can't own something you never wanted in the first place." His grip tightened fractionally. "Who said I didn't want you?" "You did. Every single day of our marriage." I pulled free, grabbing my purse. "Now let me go, or I swear I'll call security." "They work for me." "Then I'll call the police." "And tell them what? That your husband doesn't want you to leave?" His smile was cold. "We both know how that sounds, Sophia." He was right. Billionaire CEO trying to keep his wife from leaving, the media would paint me as a gold digger having second thoughts. My family would be humiliated.