The Billionaire's Accidental Wife Novels & Stories

he said and she clutched her bag tighter and made to walk away. "Don't tell me you're just coming in, " he said. "I'm sorry sir , " she whispered as she rushed off immediately. **** "So you're pregnant?" Tatiana's dad asked and she nodded tearfully. "I'm sorry Dad " she said in tears "When and how did this happen? " he asked again. "Two weeks ago , at the office dinner I went for, " she replied. "And who is responsible ?!" He asked. "My Boss, " she replied tearfully.

Entering the penthouse, Rachel's mother couldn't stop muttering in amazement at the luxury of the building, everything was so real that she began to cry and secretly burst into tears. “Mom, why are you crying?” Rachel asked in surprise. Rachel's mother waved her hand, “I'm fine, it's just…” she took a tissue from her bag and started to shrink her nose. “It's just that I can't believe my poor little daughter will marry a billionaire, what a joy for both of us! Don't get me wrong Nico, it's not that we're after your money or anything, we're just sincerely proud of our daughter…” Rachel's mother couldn't stop the tears from falling.

*Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire* Blurb: Eloise Laurent thought she had it all—a loving husband, a beautiful home, and the promise of a bright future. But her perfect life shattered in a single night when she discovered her husband, Damian, was about to take another wife. Humiliated, heartbroken, and cast out with nothing, Eloise’s world crumbled. Yet, just as she hit rock bottom, an even more shocking revelation emerged—the child growing inside her wasn't Damian’s. Due to a hospital mix-up, she was carrying the heir of Dante Romano, a ruthless billionaire known for his cold heart and iron will.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

It got to a time when he had missed his little wife so damn much, he had to call Red wondering why he wasn't with his girl but Red had reasons which he understood and so he had been waiting for his wife. Aliyah laughed heartily, her beautiful set of teeth on display, her face so bright leaving the billionaire stunned for a minute…. There was no argument about it, his little wife was so beautiful…gosh! Beautiful was an understatement… She was ravishingly gorgeous. Aliyah's laughter seemed to fade slowly as she saw that her husband only stood not even moving at all, infact he stared at her …. No smile…. She rubbed her hands together, feeling very awkward. It seems her surprise didn't turn out

"But that one in the middle. That's Kelvin Conner." The name didn't mean anything to me. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she grabbed my shoulders. "Kelvin Conner," she repeated. "The billionaire. He owns half the buildings in this city. He's on the news all the time. He's literally the richest man in New York." I looked back at the group to try to see which one she meant. The man in the middle was tall with brown hair combed to the side, gray eyes that looked at the club like he owned it. I guess he probably could buy it if he wanted to.

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”

Cameras flashed like fireworks, and journalists sprang to their feet, but I didn't care. I stared at my husband with my eyes cold and my hands still burning from the impact of the slap. He touched his face slowly; he was stunned. “Vanessa—” he began. But I cut him off with a tap on my phone. The voice note echoed through the ballroom speakers, slicing through the air like a blade. “I want your wife to know that I'm one month pregnant with your child. I'm tired of hiding.” The voice wasn't just anyone's. It was Sabrina’s. My best friend. And she was standing right there in her emerald gown with her lips curled up in a devilish smirk, and then I turned to face my husband.

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 the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.