The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife Novels & Stories

Francisco wanted to kill someone in anger. "What do we do now? Let's go before the property management department finds out," Isabela suggested. On the other hand, Martin and others are afraid to speak out because they are afraid of what might happen. This place is so scary that even his son Marvin, a self-proclaimed millionaire didn't dare to look like a fool when he first came there. The Evergrande villa is a place that only billionaires own. A millionaire will not last long in this place. Although Marvin's one million annual salary seemed like a lot of money to the average person, Martin knew very well that it was no more than a penny in the eyes of the Villar family.

I have too little energy to cook the number of meals I want to eat. Should I order something for myself? I'm not sure I have enough money to order food. With disappointment, I glanced at my phone. Who will believe that a famous billionaire's wife is hungry on the very next day of her wedding? Sadly, he is not in this house to answer my question of why, despite his wealth, he didn't have any servants. I have no idea where he disappeared, leaving me alone in this large home. At least he could tell me he was going to leave me.

Her name was only mentioned when tied to legal matters and scandal roundups. She had become exactly what she feared. Irrelevant. Useless. She opened her last email account and typed a message. Not to Liam,not to Lucas,but to someone who no one expected. To:editor@newsexpose.com “I have a story to sell about a billionaire who ruined me and the woman he is still in love with.” She pressed send. She leaned back on the chair,clearly relaxed while waiting for a reply. If she couldn't be admired then she'll make sure they were questioned.

Is that how he sees me? “He was my doctor before,” I said, trying my best to explain to him how Doc and I crossed paths. “It doesn't look like you're sick,” he commented, as if doubting my answer. “It doesn't look like it,” I laughed bitterly. “But I'd rather have a sickness that's visible on my body than have a sickness that's invisible but erases all my memories.” Because other people think this sickness is easy. But they don't know that almost half of my life is missing. I don't know why I feel this way. I feel like I've lost a lot of precious memories. The important things that happened in my life. It makes me feel like my world has lost its color.

“No. I don't have two more weeks to give.” It seemed that she didn't know that Ivan was still alive. I would tell her. “I heard Caspian gifted you shares to his company. Is that what this is about? You will destroy your interest in the company if you go public.” I didn't have any interest in Rowan’s company. It was only a means to an end. “Vivienne? You won't be able to change my mind. Please stop trying. Good bye.” I ended the call and started the engine, pulling out onto the street. My chest was tight and my head was pounding, but I kept driving.

he clutched his chest dramatically and I dropped my pen to look up at him. “Right. That explains why you're back early” I said, my voice a monotone. He swung his legs over and leaned on my table, a smile on his handsome face. “You cost me my vacation. Hell, I was this close to finally wooing that one staff I said, and then boom, I saw the news, said lady disappeared and I had to come back. Do you know much the trip to Maldives was worth?” He asked, his tone turning hard.

Daniel said. "Your wife's father was never in debt to this family." Edmund spoke the words gently, like a man laying a card on a table. "Richard Hayes invested wisely and honestly. The debt was manufactured, line by line, by me, through your mother's hands. Eight million dollars of paper, built to bind a young woman to my son." The room tilted. Alina put a hand against the doorframe. She had known, ever since Vincent's confession, that the debt was a lie. Hearing it spoken by the man who had designed it was different.

“If you’re going to lie, at least furrow your brow so it looks like you’re making an effort.” “I didn’t donate it.” “Then who did?” Sebastian lifted one shoulder. “Maybe it was money left in the trust after our divorce.” I stared at him. He kept facing the camera. “Money left in the trust after our divorce,” I repeated. “Maybe.” “Ten million euros was just sitting there, and you forgot about it?” “There are a lot of accounts.” I swallowed a laugh because our faces were still being projected at the size of a house. “My God,” I hissed. “You sound like an educational brochure about why rich people need supervision.”

The ghost of the life that had been stolen from him. And as I stood there, surrounded by the vibrant, beautiful evidence of that life, I finally understood the true depth of his loss. I understood the weight of the secrets he had carried. He hadn’t just lost a wife and a child. He had lost a whole world, a world of art and light and Sicilian sun, a world he had locked away in a storage unit because the pain of seeing it was too great. I had spent a lifetime fighting visible monsters. But I had never truly seen the invisible one my husband had been fighting all along. The ghost of a beautiful, lost past that my very presence, my very existence in his life, had somehow sealed away.

“Late? I’ve been waiting five years for you to look at me like I matter again. I guess I missed the memo that our marriage had an expiration date.” Finally, he turned. His eyes – the same deep amber that had once made her heart race – were cold as winter. At thirty-two, Alexander Cross was already one of New York’s most powerful CEOs, head of Cross Industries, a conglomerate that touched everything from real estate to high fashion. He’d built his empire on precision and control. Their marriage had been his first and only failure.