The Billionaire Replacement Wife Manhwa Novels & Stories

The words slipped out quietly without me even thinking and Julian’s fingers paused against his phone and there was this unrecognisable emotion in his face. “He built everything I have,” he answered after a moment. “Cross Industries started with him.” “And your mother?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My mother loves power and herself more than people.” Well. That explained literally everything. My eyes drifted toward my reflection in the glass and I barely recognized myself anymore. Designer clothes. Luxury penthouse. Fake marriage. Media scandals. Hours ago I was arguing with hospital billing departments and eating noodles in my apartment while grading exhibition proposals. Now I was standing

But he didn't feel the burn. He couldn't breathe. His heart completely stopped beating for a second. The woman on the TV screen... the new billionaire boss of the Rathore Empire... the powerful woman who just declared war on his company... It was Kiara. His boring, poor, rejected wife.

Listening to her it was as if she was explaining something as simple and natural as making a cake, and not weird and crazy as marrying a man she was already engaged to. “Wait, hold up,” I said, finding my voice. “Let me get this straight, you want to pay me to marry your fiance? Why?” “It dosen’t matter. It's only for some months. Then you will be free and I’ll give you five million dollars.” She said. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. If she was willing to spend that kind of money then obviously it did matter and I told her so. “Why don’t you want to marry him?” I asked.

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?

Her soft cry and moans while I part her legs and thrusts… while I pumped in my hips and my seeds… While I enjoyed the same filth that has come to bite me in the ass. “Oh, god.” I sigh and stretch my long legs. My pressure ball is just by my right. I pick it up and squeeze so hard, dumping my frustration on it, but not even the hard pressing can save me. I feel my veins stiffen with each clasp. I feel the angry energy flow to the surface. Nothing is working. ‘Baron Carter isn't just a renowned tycoon in business but in family affairs…’ ‘… Two sisters give birth to heirs for the same man. Are they cursed or is it an insane addiction?…’

“We’re married for convenience, not conversation. Keep your first name for your personal life, if you plan to have one.” And just like that, he stood, buttoned his jacket, and left. I stared at his untouched toast, the butter melting into a soft puddle. Somewhere in my chest, something small cracked. If this was marriage, it was colder than the betrayal I’d already lived through. The mansion was huge enough to get lost in, and I did, more than once. Every hallway was lined with expensive paintings and antique vases that probably cost more than I’d ever earned in a year. The maids moved like shadows, silent and efficient. They bowed but avoided eye contact, as if I were another piece of expen

he said softly, leaning closer, "I can help you, beautiful lady." "Don't," Kyle's voice dropped dangerously low, "say that to my wife." I saw his jaw tighten, that subtle tell I'd learned to recognize over years of watching him from a distance. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple - something so uncharacteristic it made me blink. Kyle Branson didn't sweat. Kyle Branson was always perfect, always controlled. A bitter laugh threatened to escape my throat. Of course Daniel would think that. We didn't look like a couple. We looked exactly like what we were - a business arrangement gone wrong. A contract marriage where one party had foolishly fallen in love while the other pined for someone els

Handsome guys have always been her weakness and now, one is in front of her, all suited up and smelling really good. Alex did not reply to her question instead he studied the sketches for a new jewel design for his company, he has to find a way to regain the money she made him loose. Cara stares at the bastard that is obviously ignoring her, she wants to strangle him. "There is no way in hell that I will have sex with you." Cara will always say the first thing that comes to her head and not having intercourse with this arrogant man is an obvious decision. He might be handsome and hot, also, the money will get her somewhere with the medical bills but he is an asshole.

"Look, you and Mr. Danial have been a trending topic since yesterday. You're being touted as a Cinderella without a glass slipper for being chosen by Danial to be his life partner." "Cinderella without the glass slipper? There's nothing to it," Kimberly chuckled. "You look happy, Lawyer Kim," Roy exclaimed. "Really? Is it that obvious?" "Of course she's happy, you idiot. Who wouldn't be happy to be the fiancée of the head of the Gonemanus family, the richest billionaire in the country and even the richest man in the world." This time it was Marlena who opened her voice. "If I were you, Lawyer Kim. I would quit my job, and just serve the very handsome Mr. Danial," Anna said.

Is it because of these things? "So why don't you find someone who can offer you that? Lee Ji seems like a good girl, a decent girl, different from those others you're used to. You don't need to settle for the crumbs of a relationship like this. Has this woman ever said she loves you?" Daon asked, seeing through the superficiality of my relationship with the mysterious married woman that he didn't know was his wife. I looked down and sighed in frustration. "No," I replied softly, my frustration evident in the heaviness of my voice.