The Billionaire's Ceo Runaway Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We get into his car and drive over to the party. "What made you change your mind about going?" he asks as we drive over to the Howard estate. "Grandma called and do you know what? she's right. I can't just let Emma get away with everything. Alexander is my husband, it may not be a love match, he may have plans of divorcing me when grandma passes and with the fact we aren't expected to have children during this marriage. He has no legal or moral obligation to me but for as long my name is still on that certificate. I need to act like and fulfill my duties as his wife." I ramble all of this to him. He just smiles and cheers me on and we both end up laughing and joking the whole ride there.

I slid off his lap and headed for the bathroom. Under the blast of the hot water, I did indeed think. I thought about his absurd, generous, terrifying proposal. I thought about the look in his eyes, which wasn’t manipulative, but horrifyingly sincere. I thought about the fact that nothing in life, especially not a man who looked like that and talked about marriage, was ever free. You couldn’t just ‘trial run’ a relationship with a billionaire CEO. There would be interest. There would be hidden fees. There would be emotional compound interest that would bankrupt your soul.

Noah said, voicing out his worries. I paused, narrowing my eyes at him. "You're not a celebrity, are you?" Please say no, or my life will be the garbage of molded peanuts. "Noah Hudson. A 27-year-old billionaire chef of Bulgario Five star Hotels and Resorts. Find out more about his lifestyle-" Hailey increased the volume of the YouTube Video. My eyes widened more than before as I slowly disgested on how my life was not about just getting stuck with some strange handsome man but with a billionaire who's famous all around the world.

In the dim glow of the passing streetlights, he looked every bit the ruthless man she had fought so hard to escape. “You’re still my wife,” he said evenly. “Until I say otherwise.” The Billionaire’s Mansion The car pulled into a long, winding driveway lined with towering trees. At the end of the road stood Lucian’s estate—a sprawling mansion of steel and glass, sitting atop a hill like a fortress. A cold weight settled in Seraphina’s stomach. The moment the car stopped, Lucian stepped out and walked around to her side, opening the door. She didn’t move. “Get out,” he ordered, his voice dangerously calm.

A Zillionaire who had hidden his identity and gone to work in a restaurant. A self-made female billionaire who had pursued him not knowing who he was. A legal agreement signed at a kitchen table in the middle of the night without hesitation. A wedding that had gone ahead despite a pregnancy claim and an article published the day before. Each of those elements was individually sufficient to generate significant coverage. Together they were the kind of story that the press recognised immediately as rare and moved on accordingly. Then the paternity claim had been filed. Then the DNA test had been submitted. Then Kelvin had disappeared.

“She said Cassie looks exactly like her mother, and is yet to give her the documents she needs to claim everything that belongs to her, and she’s out here married to some man she won’t even name. Even Mom knows about him, and she keeps saying that man is going to help her take everything back. I swear, sometimes it feels like I’m not even their son with the way they talk about her.” Franklin went completely still on the other end of the line, the silence stretching just long enough to say everything words couldn’t. His wife had no idea she was sitting on a legacy worth billions, and yet she had already built her own empire from the ground up, step by step, without leaning on any of it.

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.

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

By the time Lena left the studio, the damage had already spread. Her phone would not stop vibrating. Messages stacked on top of each other. Missed calls from board members. From her assistant. From numbers she did not even recognize. Notifications from news platforms. From gossip blogs. From financial analysts suddenly interested in her personal life. CEO of King’s Enterprises Exposed. Secret Marriage to Billionaire businessman Julian Black. Public Meltdown at Magazine Shoot. Lena did not open any of it.

The attention was no longer on me, and I felt a sinking feeling, my fingers digging into my palms. “Miss Adeline, who do you think she is?” One of the women probed. “I have never seen her in our social circles!” “The news says they have been married for over three years now! How could we have not known?” “I guess the billionaire wanted to keep his marriage hidden and private. He must love his wife that much.” “I know right? She is even rumored to be the new CEO of Shaw Industries! Everything must go through her approval first!”