Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Replacement Wife

There was no way they had found out unless someone told them but was that the case or was I being paranoid? I took another breather, and the grip on my dad's arm tightened. I decided to lift my head, my gaze going straight to the altar where my future husband was waiting but my breath hooked in my throat and my eyes widened at the sight before me. I nearly halted, unable to move forward but my dad gave a little tug on my arm, pulling me forward till I was at the altar, Dad finally let go of my hand and went to his seat while I stood in front of him, Mr. Rodriguez, the youngest Billionaire. However, Mr. Rodriguez was in a wheelchair while my heart dropped to my stomach. To be continued...!

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

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?

But a shocking, brutal clarity. He stared at me, and for the first time, I saw the real man behind the billionaire facade. Not a grieving father, but a cornered animal. “She was weak,” he said, his voice cold and flat, devoid of all emotion. “The cancer would have taken her eventually. Jenny is strong. She has a future. She’s part of a future that matters.” The silence that followed was more deafening than any scream. Dr. Sapiera looked like he’d been physically ill.

He explains and I am once again reminded that this man is rich. I mean, I never forgot he was rich, but when he flaunts his money like this, it makes me feel slightly insignificant. “What?” The man in question asks, not missing the shift in my demeanor. “Where’s your head?” “Nowhere,” I lie, though I’m sure he can see right through me. “I was just soaking in the situation that I’ve gotten myself into.” “And what situation is that?” Grant asks, eyeing me curiously. “That I’m now the wife of a billionaire.” I say slowly while feeling like I’m reading lines from some TV drama, but it isn’t a drama, it is my new reality, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll be able to survive this new identity.

They had paired it with a flawless image of Damien. Every angle sharp. Every line deliberate. Effortless perfection. Emily sighed, rubbing her forehead. Honestly, all his pictures were probably flattering. Men like him did not exist in unflattering lighting. The next headline followed the same cruel rhythm. "Billionaire heir picks a rejected woman." This time the photo was even worse. A groan tore out of her as she tossed the phone across the bed. She wanted nothing more than to bury her head beneath the covers and disappear. The brief rest had done nothing to relieve her stress. If anything, the weight of reality pressed heavier now.

All the girls are Mass Comm students except Zenni who's in Computer Science, and she's the only one who's not here as the girls made clean checks on Florian. "He's a Ultra Elite like us," Pasha nodded. "His mother owns Wesley Global Network in NewYork .A Private Banking Network." Jehlani said. "But his family Net worth is below Beatrice s family with two million, so why the hell is he already behaving like the richest?" Pania made faces. "Sometimes, dogs would wanna be foxes too, disrespectful. I'll teach him a lesson." Beatrice muttered, drinking from her glass of sparkling water. Zenni joined them at this point with a tricky grin.

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

"Really? Is Mia short of money? Wasn't she known as a wealthy heiress herself? This can't be true!" "Oh my gosh. Mia is my goddess! How could she do such a thing?" "Wait! Wait! Haven't you noticed the main point? Mia is already married! She married Charles Smith, the president of Glory Group! Her husband is so rich! This news is definitely fake! It must be defaming Mia!" Mia’s fans spoke up at the right time, "That's right! Mimi comes from a wealthy family. Both she and her husband are so rich! Any woman would know who to choose between Charles and Alexander, right?"