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“I’m sorry for leaving you behind without even telling you what’s really happening…” “I won’t say that it’s fine, Aviena… I won’t say that it’s all fine… Don’t ever think that this is just your problem… Camillia is are daughter… and you’re my wife… Even when Camillia’s not born into this world yet, we’re already one… We’re already family… And your burden is also mine to carry… We’re husband and wife, to begin with…” he said. I was more guilty of my decisions because of what he said. I slowly close my eyes before looking at him.

To learn the truth, not just about him, but about the bizarre situation that had somehow turned me into his accidental wife. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and met his gaze. "Alright," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "Let's talk." The billionaire offered a curt nod, a flicker of something akin to respect flickering in his dark eyes. He gestured towards the study door. "After you, Mrs. Reynolds." As I stepped past him, a strange sense of anticipation settled over me. This wasn't just about clearing up a drunken mistake anymore. This was about unraveling the tangled web of secrets surrounding the billionaire, Project Nightingale, and the truth about our unlikely marriage.

After getting off on the wrong foot These two found friendship and love when they least expected. THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNEXPECTED BABY After his bride-to-be betrayed him with his best friend just before their wedding Ken was determined to have nothing to do with Vivian, now seven months later she was working as a cleaner in his house; the good news: she's carrying his child, the bad news: he was about to find out who his real enemies were NANNY TO THE BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER One mistake that will either make or break them.

It was completely empty except for a single bed, a nightstand and a dresser, with a small table and a chair by the window. The man had more than enough money, and was rumored to have billions, yet he brought me here? I wasn’t even surprised. Clutching my arms tightly, I pressed my lips together, before sitting on the bed, still wearing my white wedding dress. I stared at the floor and hugged my arms around myself, letting the reality of my situation slowly settle into a mold in my head. This was never the kind of life I wanted for myself.

Any woman would be out of her mind to turn him down. He never dated; he never needed to. If he had, it would've made headlines; the media would have sold their souls for that story. What everyone knew, though, was his reputation: the consistent rumour of his legendary talent, for handling a woman's wildest, most private desires; the exact fantasy I was clinging to. Then one random night, there I was. Just another girl in a crowded bar, trying to catch the attention of a billionaire who never looked twice. I and the untouchable Aldwin Ellison. It worked. I caught his attention, but I was only hoping for a one-night stand. Instead, I became his so-called wife in less than a week. No courtship,

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

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*