The Billionaire Replacement Wife Manhwa 소설 & 이야기

"You knew. You knew it was me the entire time. When I walked down that aisle... when you forced that ring onto my finger..." "I knew the exact second my fingers wrapped around your wrist at the altar," Julian murmured. His massive frame remained leaning over my hospital bed. "Your scent, the texture of your skin, the way your heart hammers like a trapped bird when I touch you... I spent three months hunting for the woman who vanished from my bed at dawn, Maya. Do you really think I wouldn't recognize my own wife?" "I wasn't your wife then!" I cried, tears of anger and confusion blinding my vision. "You were engaged to Ayra! You were planning a multi-billion-dollar merger with my sister while

she says defiantly, and I have no doubts that she will. “Anyway, because one of you tried to kill me and stole fifty million from my account while I was fighting for my life, I decided to lay low and let you show your true selves. Fast-forward to this day, with a gorgeous wife by my side, genuine family and friends, over fifty companies under my name, a hospital, shopping mall and housing developments, I have been blessed. I should be thankful to all of you for being assholes.” I look at them and they look shocked and confused.

SOPHIA An Immaculate Deception. The internet was on fire with headlines. “Please, SHARE A KISS; I tell you, Ricci Russo and his hot wife Sophia are the definition of romance!” “A contemporary fairytale—billionaire sweeps wife off feet.” “From a shrewd businessman to the most loving husband—Ricci Russo shocks the world. The photos that went along with the headlines made me sick.

"Good. Because I definitely enjoyed mine last night." Heat floods my cheeks. He laughs again and disappears toward what I assume is the kitchen. Leaving me alone in his bedroom with tangled sheets and the lingering scent of sex and his cologne. This is my life now. Fake wife to a billionaire. Partner in revenge. And apparently, his occasional bedmate. How did I get here? I think about the woman I was six months ago. Pregnant, hopeful, believing Julian's promises. That woman would be horrified by this. But that woman also let Julian destroy her. Let him define her worth. Let him decide she wasn't enough.

“How are you feeling? With the baby and everything? Congratulations, darling.” I forced the words out between gritted teeth. “Thank you.” She tilted her head slightly, still smiling. The billionaire stood silently beside her, watching everything with cold detachment. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “So… after nine months, when exactly am I receiving my money and getting out of here?” The wife and the billionaire exchanged a quick glance. Their eyes met for a brief second, something private and knowing passed between them that made my stomach twist uncomfortably. The wife laughed lightly, the sound elegant but mocking. “No, no, not too fast. Take it easy, Bree. It’s not even one month yet, a

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

There were also several pictures of a beautiful woman and a little girl. She paused for a moment. That must be Mr. Kevin's late wife… And the little girl must be their daughter. She remembered reading an article years ago about the billionaire's wife. According to the news, she had passed away shortly after giving birth. Graziel didn't know if every detail in those reports was true but one thing was certain. Her death had deeply affected Kevin Torres. She remembered the cold expression he wore yesterday. Suddenly, a different thought crossed her mind. Maybe he isn't really a bad person. Maybe he's just someone who has been hurt too much.

The boss bore the pain in his groin and kicked the man hard, “Are you out of your mind? She is just playing with you. She is nothing but a mere actress. How much money do you think that she has?” Hearing their conversation, Emmy spoke up, “My husband is rich. I am sure that you have heard of someone by the name Vince Young. I am his wife, and if you let me go, I can guarantee that he will reward you handsomely.” Hearing that, the boss laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes, “You are very funny. Who do you think you are? Can someone like Vince Young get married to you? You should wake up from your wild dream, bitch.”

He walked back to the window. “Marriage is inefficient,” he said. “So is war,” she answered. “But you’re preparing one.” A longer pause. “Terms?” he asked. “No control over my business shares,” she said immediately. “No restriction on my movement. Public unity, private independence. Minimum term one year.” “You’ve thought about this,” he said. “I’ve lived the alternative.” He turned back. “And what,” Darius Kane asked, “do I get, besides irritating Victor Hale?” Elena met his eyes without blinking.