Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Replacement Wife Manhwa

“I know you didn’t. But he never forgot you. He spent years, millions of dollars, looking for you. He built an empire, and he spent every day of it searching for the ghost of the woman who saved him.” Her hand was still pressed to her mouth, her eyes wide with dawning horror. “He married me,” I continued, the words tumbling out in a torrent of pain. “We had a daughter. Angela.” Saying her name aloud was a fresh agony. “But I was never enough. I was just a placeholder. A substitute until he found his angel. Until he found you.” I saw the pieces starting to connect in her mind, the terrible implications of a kindness repaid with obsession.

While laughing, Maria pinched his chin, "You are the ruler, I just want to be the ruler's wife." "He..." Charles raised an eyebrow, liking Maria’s metaphor, "So, Mrs. Ruler, I will be very busy later, I'll leave the land purchase to you." "This..." Maria extended her hand to Charles, a sly smile playing on her lips, "To buy such a large piece of land, money is indispensable, I wonder how much funds you plan to give me to arrogantly buy that land?" Charles flipped a bank card onto her little hand, "Five billion, bring that land back for me!"

People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too. "That's not true. I plan on giving you part of the payment tonight and then I'll try and pay the rest by next week." I said in a pleading tone. "Why don't you ask your billionaire husband for help? I'm sure he wouldn't want his wife to be thrown out on the streets." He said with a cunning smile. "I can't- do that." I shuttered, not knowing how to explain to him that I wasn't Allen's real bride, I was just a substitute.

I mumble a quiet thank you and proceed to take a bite from the eggs. "These are really good," I moan in between bites. Mia grins "I know I did make them after all," she says, causing me to roll my eyes. She was never one to be humble. I guess it was more of a Sinclair thing than a Mia thing. I don't think anyone from that family fully understood humility as a concept, except their mother, of course. Unlike most spouses of the Sinclair household, Avery wasn't born rich. She found a job as a secretary for Xavier's father and fell in love with the brooding CEO of Sinclair's Enterprise. It was a love story as old as time.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

She had heard that a mansion here would cost at least $50 billion. She now comprehends how the man is able to give her $100,000 every week. Who is the man she married, exactly? Who is he, exactly? What is his identity?' She asked quietly, but her eyes were cold and indifferent, as if she were not surprised to be here. However, if you closely watched her, you would notice that she was surprised.

Or maybe he’d just never had a woman staying with him for more than a night at a time, and he was struggling to think of anything I might need to bring with me. I hurried to my room to gather all my stuff, leaving him standing there surveying my place, and I tried not to think how cheap it must look to him. He had a fucking private jet, for goodness’ sake. I had no idea what he did for a living or if it was family money he was swimming in, but this guy was rich in a way nobody I’d ever met before was. I couldn’t imagine living the kind of life he got to on a day-to-day basis. Hell, if I asked him to sponsor my library for me, he could probably pay for a whole new wing to be added to it witho

I was thinking it was going to be something easy and smooth but seeing who I was married to was just so frustrating. He was the same billionaire who the Italians had tagged as the ruthless , aloof billionaire. The one who didn't give a fuck about what an employee thinks of him. The same billionaire boss who sacked anyone at his own pace just because of a little issue, the Playboy himself, and trust me girls fought to have him by their sides. He was the same billionaire I had tried making love to at the stripping house but was rudely pushed off his body for reasons best known to him. "What have I gotten myself into? Why didn't I ask for his picture when she had offered to show it to me?" I he

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.