The Billionaire's Accidental Wife Novels & Stories

"One of the richest Billionaires in New York, Rufus Williams,dumped his wife, Nora Williams, and got married to her best friend." I am sure that's going to be the first news headline that's going to disseminate tomorrow morning in the whole of New York. I smiled painfully as more tears kept pouring from my eyes. TBC

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

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."

Wife…Even if it’s temporary, even if it was an accident, even if he’s still planning to leave. “Temporary wife,” I argue. I can't be swept up by what he says…I'm sure this is all one big joke to him and once our three months are up he would not want anything to do with me anymore. A billionaire and the girl he accidentally married in Vegas. I’m not sure if I belong in his world, but right now, I’m inside it…and I don’t know how to feel about that. “It doesn’t matter. She disrespected you. That’s not something I can let slide.”

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.

Did she plan this whole thing from Paris? There was Damian, American billionaire, Tribeca penthouse owner, Queens boy turned Manhattan CEO, holding the mother of his twins — twins! — in his arms while his three-year-old daughter Lila clutched his pant leg and his father's cold voice still echoed from sixty-two floors above saying "what will the board think," and now he was staring at his phone that showed his ex-wife's name on a hotel log for the exact night his life changed, and his blue-gray eyes were doing that thing they do when a billion-dollar deal collapses, but this was not a deal, this was his life.

My best friend screeched, shaking her head. "It's not a real date. We're not dating. Just sex." I reminded her. "Still, you both are married for fuck's sake! And you're married to a public figure too! God forbid, the wealthiest billionaire's new wife is seen wearing cheap stuffs and looking out of place. You better get used to your new status, at least for the next one year. If he's taking you to a fancy restaurant, and not a club, I'm assuming you'll be sitting down, which means, no open-toed shoes. They're the easiest to trip on. Wedge heels are safer and the best option, if you ask me. If the restaurant is too fancy, wear closed-toe high heels. I can't believe I have to tell you all of th

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

She sank to the floor, covering her face with her hands. “I was a fool for agreeing to marry into your family. I was blind back then. I thought I’d live a good life by marrying into the Lazaro family, but I didn’t expect to fall into this abyss. You’re the eldest son, but they don’t plan to pass any of your family’s wealth down to you because you allowed Hadrianna to marry Desmond.” Alberto approached his wife and wrapped her in his arms. “Your father said all I had to do was marry you, and I wouldn’t have to worry about anything else. But what is this hell we’re living in now? Your entire family lives in a vast villa near the mansion, yet why don’t we?”

Three days after the news broke, the doorbell rang. I was sitting in the sprawling living room of Adrian’s penthouse, still trying to wrap my head around the sudden twist of the last seventy-two hours. On Monday, I was a woman with a cheating fiancé and a shattered heart. By Wednesday, I was the wife of the city’s most formidable billionaire. My phone hadn't stopped buzzing. Old classmates, distant relatives, and even an aunt who hadn't spoken to me in a decade were suddenly "checking in." They all wanted to know the same thing: How?