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Val teased, "You barely got here, and now you’re leaving. Is this love or are you already missing your husband?" Emily smiled shyly. "Maybe both." Val stood and grabbed her bag. "Well, I’m coming with you. I need to see this Denovon Rowland for myself." — Outside, the sky was dimming. Denovon’s sleek car stopped smoothly in front of the building. A message pinged on Emily’s phone: I'm here. "That’s him," Emily said. Val hooked her arm with Emily’s. "Let’s go. I want to see this intense billionaire husband of yours."

How lucky was I to have a billionaire husband, even if our relationship wasn’t perfect? The look on her face, Serena’s shocked, bitter expression when she realized I was no longer the shabby beggar she wanted me to be, was priceless. I could still see her eyes narrowing, her fake smile trembling as she searched for a way to drag me down again. She couldn’t stand seeing me clean, dressed neatly, and living well. So, of course, she brought up the debt. I sighed, brushing away the crumbs on my hand. How did we even get here? One moment we were like sisters, inseparable and the next, she had turned into my sworn enemy. Was I cursed to always end up alone?

Everything had been planned out. He had done his research and found out the billionaire’s wife had a history of running off without notice. This wasn’t her first disappearance. Sammy’s plan was simple: once he got the money, I’d vanish too—just like the real Mrs. Edwards. That way, no one would ask questions. People, including her husband, would just assume she had returned to her usual hide-and-seek lifestyle. It all sounded clever... but terrifying. My mind was full of questions. What if the billionaire was abusive? Controlling? Cold? Because honestly, what kind of man would make his pregnant wife run away when she needed the most care?

A second later, the call ended. I dressed up and went to meet the lawyer. We talked through the divorce process, and he told me it'd take about two days to prepare the paperwork. I thanked him again for keeping everything discreet. Because if Matthew found out before I was ready...I didn't even want to think about what he'd do. But there was still one massive problem. Money. Funny, isn't it? I was married to a fucking billionaire... And my personal savings didn't even add up to five thousand dollars.

She had described me, in her final paragraph, as composed, deliberate, and entirely comfortable with the considerable weight of what she has just stepped into. I read that line twice. The third piece was online — a gossip-adjacent business blog that covered Detroit's wealthy with the breathless enthusiasm of a publication that had discovered, some years ago, that money and drama occupied the same ZIP codes. This piece had connected the dots I had expected it to connect. Caldwell heiress Serena — formerly Serena Voss, ex-wife of real estate developer Damien Voss — made her public debut at the Caldwell Global winter gala last night. And then, two paragraphs later, with the barely contained exc

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

I was just his normal employee, with a very special rank, His future wife. I was hoping in the morning when I would open my eyes. I wanted to wake up in my room. I was shuffling the channel. I stuck with a familiar face, Agat. I stopped my finger from moving the channel with a smile, although there was no reason to show my teeth. But it didn't last long. My mouth hung open in disbelief. ' Mystery girl is going to be the queen of eligible billionaires, the new CEO!' ' Successful businessman gets his dream girl. '

In the dim glow of the passing streetlights, he looked every bit the ruthless man she had fought so hard to escape. “You’re still my wife,” he said evenly. “Until I say otherwise.” The Billionaire’s Mansion The car pulled into a long, winding driveway lined with towering trees. At the end of the road stood Lucian’s estate—a sprawling mansion of steel and glass, sitting atop a hill like a fortress. A cold weight settled in Seraphina’s stomach. The moment the car stopped, Lucian stepped out and walked around to her side, opening the door. She didn’t move. “Get out,” he ordered, his voice dangerously calm.

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