Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Ceos Runaway Wife

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.

Leah was a scheming woman who was ready to do anything to get her competition out of the way. "Your ex wife is hooking up with my fiance. Trying to find her a sweet rich sugar daddy that will take care of all her problems and my fiance who doesn't like us getting married is open to her advanced and gets close to her no matter what I do." She said as I frowned not liking this one bit. "So what do you want me to do?" I asked, eager and curious to hear what she has to say.

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

“And now onto the world of business, but what is business without a little entertainment?” And just like that — my world caught fire… BREAKING NEWS: BILLIONAIRE CEO ADRIAN VOSS IN SCANDAL – MISTRESS CLAIMS PREGNANCY. Sources Reveal Secret Marriage Years Prior. Identity of Wife Unknown. What the hell? I stared, half-awake, half in disbelief at the words displayed on the screen in red. I felt my temperature drop as the room began to close in on me. “Turn that off.” “Sir—”

A Zillionaire who had hidden his identity and gone to work in a restaurant. A self-made female billionaire who had pursued him not knowing who he was. A legal agreement signed at a kitchen table in the middle of the night without hesitation. A wedding that had gone ahead despite a pregnancy claim and an article published the day before. Each of those elements was individually sufficient to generate significant coverage. Together they were the kind of story that the press recognised immediately as rare and moved on accordingly. Then the paternity claim had been filed. Then the DNA test had been submitted. Then Kelvin had disappeared.

I just need to know she’s okay. Posted 9:23 AM. 4.3 million likes. 1.2 million reposts. The comments are chaos. @NYCGossip: Billionaire publicly begging for help finding his wife. Is this romance or collapse? @MarketWatchLive: Kingsley Global stock drops 12% following CEO’s emotional statement. He went public. He never goes public. Zara calls. “Where the hell are you?” No greeting. Just fury layered over fear. “Your husband is tearing Manhattan apart. Do you understand what he’s done?”

So she swallowed it. Buried it. Straightened her posture. And became the boss again. Without another word, she turned and walked away—to welcome investors, to shake hands, to smile like nothing had cracked inside her. He remained where he was. Torn. Should he follow his wife? Or go after Matilda? The thought lingered longer than it should have. His phone buzzed. He didn’t even check the screen. He lifted it to his ear, his free hand sliding into his pocket as he walked away from the crowd, from the noise, from the moment.

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

The attention was no longer on me, and I felt a sinking feeling, my fingers digging into my palms. “Miss Adeline, who do you think she is?” One of the women probed. “I have never seen her in our social circles!” “The news says they have been married for over three years now! How could we have not known?” “I guess the billionaire wanted to keep his marriage hidden and private. He must love his wife that much.” “I know right? She is even rumored to be the new CEO of Shaw Industries! Everything must go through her approval first!”