The Billionaire's Accidental Wife Novels & Stories

“But there’s been a man, a stranger, who’s been here almost every day since you were brought in. He’s the one who brought you to the hospital. He never left your side My lips parted in confusion and for a moment I appreciated the strange ma It was eight weeks already now and my own family hadn’t come. Not a single soul had thought to look for me. Tears welled in my eyes, but before I could let them fall, the sound of the television caught my attention agai “Damien Blair announced his engagement with Mae Lawson after ending his previous marriag My heart sank as I murmured under my breath. My husband and my stepsister are getting married.

MARINA'S COSMETIC COMPANY. "It must feel good to be able to shop in the same aisle as I shop, all because you got married by chance to a millionaire." Marina heard Amira's voice from behind her as she checked out some of the products that had just been sent to her company. "First off, don't insult my husband. He is a billionaire and not a millionaire, what do you mean by calling him a millionaire?" Marina looked physically offended as she twirled from staring at the cosmetics section and directed her attention to Amira.

She recoiled, her heart racing, taken aback by the force of his response. Neil took a step toward her, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Ivan Anderson is not a billionaire, Alysha. He's almost a trillionaire," he spat, the words hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. Alysha’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible as the realization sank in. The man she had unknowingly given her heart to was not just wealthy—he was beyond comprehension. But Neil wasn’t done.

he said gently, “I’m sure he just got caught up in something important. He’ll come.” Always the excuses for the past two days. I gave him a small smile. Fake. So fake it hurts. “Yeah,” I murmured, reaching for my phone. “Probably.” I opened the screen. There it was. The headline. Catherine Monroe Involved in Minor Accident — Billionaire Alexander Donovan Seen Rushing to Her Side And there was the picture. Alex. Holding her hand. Carrying her into the damn hospital like some knight in shining armor. My fingers trembled.

The headline blazed across the screen in bold black letters: "THE SETUP: How Arabella Ashford Played Two Billionaires- Affair, Lies, and a Baby Conspiracy Exposed" Below it, a photo. Arabella and Adrian at a café, laughing. The timestamp read three years ago, during her marriage to Everett. Except that she'd never been to that café. She'd never worn that dress. That meeting never happened. "That's not real," Arabella breathed. "That's not…I've never…" Adrian was already scrolling through the article, his jaw clenched. Sources close to the family reveal that Arabella Ashford's relationship with billionaire Adrian Whitmore began long before her dramatic divorce from Everett Quinn. Text message

Sometimes I threw up in the middle of a shift and had to pretend it was nothing. “Are you okay?” my manager asked one afternoon as I wiped down a table, pale and trembling. “Just hungry,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m okay.” But I wasn’t. I was exhausted. Frightened. Stretched thin in every possible way. But I kept going. I had to. I decided I wasn’t going to get rid of this child—just like Jackson wanted. I had to fight for this baby. I couldn’t imagine it. Just months ago, I had been a billionaire’s wife. I had servants at my beck and call, a driver, designer clothes, luxury.

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

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.

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.