Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Accidental Wife

She drag me with her, she take me into a cabin, and say it's your cabin, and wish me best of luck miss isha and go from there. Here I enter into my cabin. Ishu's pov end. Nishant pov Here I reached india, I take a cab my mind say come on nishi you are famous business tycoon and you took cab huh.... But I ignore that thoughts take a cab and directly went to office as I am workholick person, so I reached , now I happily inside in my cabin here my PA come and speak sir today you have meeting with mr.ankit gupta

After seeing Ryan and hurting all over again, I was unable to be on my own, and I would end up soaking my pillows with tears. As I stood on the porch of Lucas's new duplex, I wondered just how rich he was to afford such a thing. Perhaps Joan was right. Lucas was a billionaire! Maybe he was involved in money laundering, and things got hot, which is why he was in Woodstock! Oh, Ariel! Stop thinking about the man. I sighed, pressing the call button on the wall. I had spent one week thinking about his offer, and unable to come up with any other options, I decided to take it.

"That family is bad news. My life was ruined after I became friends with Richard and now that my daughter is associated with his son, she's in a gooddamn hospital." His wife sighed and returned to the stool. She knew convincing her husband to see things through her eyes was going to be a futile task. She could bet that the accident was an act that was bound to happen." She adjusted the covering around Eve and turned to her husband. "Its fate. I'll suggest we hold onto hope. Our daughter is going to be fine." He strode toward her and gave Eve a peck on the left cheek. Whether his wife was going to hold on to his narrative or not, he had a strong conviction that the Richards were bad news and

About reminding everyone in the room that I belonged to him, on a contract level yes but no one knew we weren't really a couple so not more like a contract or not she's mine. The gavel slammed. “Sold!” The crowd erupted into whispers. Some were shocked, some scandalized. All eyes turned to me, the woman who wasn’t supposed to matter, now marked in diamonds as the billionaire’s wife. I felt my breath catch. Because for the first time, I wasn’t sure if he’d dragged me here out of necessity…or because, somewhere deep down, he wanted me to really fit into this world as his.

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

"I told you I didn't." "It's just that the timing is so suspicious." She tilted her head, voice carrying further now, drawing more eyes from nearby clusters of guests. "Jilted at the altar one week, married to a billionaire the next. Pregnant within a month." Her eyes dropped briefly to my stomach. "Almost like you had a plan." "I didn't plan any of this." "Of course not." Her tone made it clear she believed the opposite entirely. "Forgive me if I find it hard to believe a stranger from nowhere just happened to land herself a fortune through pure accident."

“My problem with you is that you complain and nag too much. It's always Alexander that, Alexander this. You insisted I make you my wife ,so here we are now. Mrs Laura Alexander Martinez. This is what the life of a billionaire's wife looks like. Now I hope this gets into your thick skull,this will be the last time I’ll explain to you that what happened last night was an accident fueled by alcohol and poor judgment and it won’t happen again. Now let go.” “I’m not letting go of you Alex. Not until you tell me that you have fired that bitch? She yelled without care. “ Don't expect me to believe that cock and bull story. You transferred her here without telling anyone and even praised her work in

It was a popular celebrity news website. Right in the center was a clear, high-quality picture of me in my red dress. I was in the dark alley outside the Gala. Maverick Sterling was holding me tightly in his arms, lifting me into the back of his dark car. The headline read: Trouble in Paradise? Billionaire Zyran King’s Wife Leaves Charity Gala in the Arms of His Biggest Rival, Maverick Sterling! "The press is going crazy," Zyran said. His voice shook with a terrifying mix of anger and wounded pride. "They think my wife is cheating on me, they think my marriage is a joke."