The Billionaire's Accidental Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Warmth spreads down my spine and suddenly I’m very aware of how hot my face feels. Nancy gasps. “Ooooooh. That blush tells me everything I need to know.” “Stop,” I mumble. “Oh my God, Diane. You slept with a secret billionaire who also happens to be your best friend’s mysterious ex and now you’re accidentally married to him.” She pauses. “You realize how insane that sounds, right?” “I’m aware,” I mutter. Nancy leans forward with a mischievous grin. “So what does Mr. Billionaire Husband want now?”

“So, to the main reason we’re here. I need more information about what you were talking about the other day.” Zina leaned back. “Oh, that. What part?” “Ethan’s wife. How did she die?” Zina’s expression changed. “I can’t tell you exactly how it happened.” Mia waited. “But just know that Ethan killed her.” Mia’s face remained composed. “But every news report said it was an accident.” “The Brooks are very influential people.” Mia narrowed her eyes. “So why is he getting married so soon after her death?” “He needs to secure his position. And he needs a child.”

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

Sharon looked at him again, stunned. Sitting in front of her is Jasper Madon. He’s one of the most popular billionaires in the city. He has been trending lately on headlines cause he recently just lost his wife and his legs to a tragic accident. He uses a wheelchair. Sharon stared at him as she couldn’t believe that she is sitting in front of the nations’ husband. Yes, even before the accident, tabloids and magazines have always tagged him along with the title of the nation husband. Meaning he is the most sought after man in the city.

“Get out. And take another man’s bastard with you.” I spent three years doing IVF and lost two pregnancies before Leo finally came. Two weeks after I brought him home, my husband held up a DNA test in front of his mother and threw us out into the January snow. By noon he had posted online that his wife cheated. By evening every card in my name was frozen. Our prenup says a cheating wife leaves with nothing. I never cheated. I never even looked at another man. So I ran a DNA test of my own and found the man whose son I had given birth to. Gabriel Locke is a billionaire, a cancer survivor, and a widower. Six years ago he banked his only chance at a child before chemotherapy. His wi

After that, he kissed the back of my hand. I was startled by his sudden action. "Oh, I feel fine. After all, this day is going to end," I replied. He gently placed my hand back on my lap, and he lowered his face to mine. "I can't believe you're my wife now, Myrtle," he said and plastered a genuine grin. I can see that he is definitely happy. "I can't believe it either. I'm married to a very haughty billionaire," I responded and smirked at him.

“I’m your husband.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and grazed it with a fleeting kiss. My cheeks burned. “We’ll talk at your condo—with your lawyer present—so you can see exactly how you’ll fit,” I said, keeping my voice steady. His brows pinched, hurt flickering in his eyes. “So… all this time, I was never part of your plan.” He stepped back, shoulders stiff. “I’ll wait in the car.” He walked off. I rubbed my temples. Great. I’ve wounded a billionaire’s pride.

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

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.

She was here for a reason that even the gods didn't know why. How she ended up married to the billionaire playboy was beyond her. Two years ago, being drunk and stupid, she accidentally married him. Oh yes, it was just a mistake, a fuckin' stupid drunken judgment, not that she could blame herself. After all, being too drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list.