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He commanded. I nodded my head. “This is my ATM card,” he snapped, handing the branded card. “It has enough money therefore buy whatever would make the birthday party interesting.” He suggested, I stood for a minute before I left. We left the mansion together before he dropped me at one of the shopping malls. The moment I entered the whispers increased, their eyes was all over me. I fist my hands unto the card while my legs shivered. “Aren't you wife of that billionaire that almost lost his daughter because of your carelessness?” One of the elderly ladies asked. I closed my face to avoid their glare further, our news was already in the public.

I found a taxi standing beside me, which I earlier didn't noticed was standing at the sides. "Rock N Roll Club" Hastily sitting inside, I gave the directions. The nice cool areated environment inside was soothing. Lingering on the seat, I picked up a newspaper to read on the way. "Tristan Jael the richest billionaire businessman in the town married to a Rustic Girl" The headline was so much dramatically, I was shocked to find my husband featuring on the front page. More astonishing was the fact that he was connoted as a businessman. Don't all people know what kind of person he is? What type of business is being done with revolvers and weapons. I sighed.

His face was covered with shock. "When I saw the news about Allen Walker's marriage, I told my wife several times that you weren't the bride. But I've just been proven wrong. What exactly are you up to, young lady? You want to get married to a billionaire and then run away with my money?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, his eyes traveled down to my fingers and when he didn't see a ring, his face scrunched up in confusion. This was exactly what I was afraid of. People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too.

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

She had always seen Anderson as someone who struggled to keep a steady job, but the wealth revealed in these papers is beyond anything she could have imagined. Her mouth hangs slightly open as she reads about offshore accounts and investments, her expression shifting from shock to bewilderment. It's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a side of Anderson she never knew existed, Shocked and bewildered, Cassie's mind races as she grapples with the revelation that her husband had been living a double life as a secret billionaire, keeping her completely in the dark all this time.

If the country believed Reagan Royce had been in Italy for business, then his imprisonment must have been kept a secret so that his return would be seamless; no scandal, no suspicion. But her role in all of this still made no sense. Why would a man like that pay five hundred million dollars to clear her father’s debt just to marry a girl he had never met? The Jeep stopped in front of the twin mansion. A line of the mansion's servers stood at the entrance. “Welcome to the twin mansion, Mrs. Royce,” they chorused, bowing in unison. She offered a polite smile and bowed back, her mind raced as she struggled to keep up with the names they recited as they introduced themselves. By the time the thi

The whispers followed us everywhere. Even after Adrian and I had stepped fully into the ballroom, I could still feel hundreds of curious eyes lingering on us. "They actually came together?" "I heard they don't even live like husband and wife." "Who is she?" "That's Celia Rowan." "The substitute bride?" "I expected someone... different." I lowered my eyes. No matter how expensive the gown was, No matter how carefully my hair had been styled, I was still the woman who had stolen another bride's place in their eyes.

Especially when the man befriends a rich, but cold-hearted billionaire, Sian's life is practically more inclined to him. After the night her father was shot in the arm, Sian became rarely seen around the house. She deliberately waited for Sian to appear and feel strange at the man's absence. She then took a desperate act when one day Sian passed her house in the afternoon. She quietly followed the man as he left the house with a large bag on his back. No one cared about Sian's left. Only her continued to follow Sian's steps with a furrowed brow.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

Luna muttered with a calm voice that held a seriousness in it. The woman accepted her condition and Luna wired a huge amount of money into her account. She also went ahead to write her a life lasting cheque and gave a free access card to the mall owned by her husband's family using her name. After the woman left, she dressed up for the event she had promised to attend with her husband the other day. She wore a silver glittering satin dress that had a thigh length slit and sweetheart plunging neckline. She matched the dress with ruby tear drop earrings and curled her short black hair with silver pearls.