Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Ceo Runaway Wife

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”

Seeing his wife on television and finding out she was a heiress left him in disbelief. He was certain that she had no family, so discovering that she was not only a billionaire but also the CEO of her own company left him feeling even more confused. He wanted to go and see how Celene was doing right away, but he couldn’t ignore the guilt he felt about his mother’s pleas for him to stay away from Salvatore. For now, he needed to keep a low profile, especially since things were not going well with his own business. “Mom, what’s the meaning of this? Why did Celene become a CEO and heiress of Salvatore?” he asked, looking at Martha who had just wheeled herself over into the living room.

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

"You can't own something you never wanted in the first place." His grip tightened fractionally. "Who said I didn't want you?" "You did. Every single day of our marriage." I pulled free, grabbing my purse. "Now let me go, or I swear I'll call security." "They work for me." "Then I'll call the police." "And tell them what? That your husband doesn't want you to leave?" His smile was cold. "We both know how that sounds, Sophia." He was right. Billionaire CEO trying to keep his wife from leaving, the media would paint me as a gold digger having second thoughts. My family would be humiliated.

“Come on, spill the tea. I know something is wrong with you. Did you get disappointed at the size of his dick? He couldn’t satisfy you?” Oh, I wish. “We didn’t have sex,” I mutter lowly. “What do you mean by you didn’t have sex?” She replies, shocked. I explain everything to Catherine, and she goes spiral. “That bastard! I’m going to fucking castrate him! How dare he say you’re after his money? You could’ve dated all those boys at the college! Hell, even if you had dated Mark, he’d have treated you better. But you wanted him to be your first, and now he’s saying he has another woman? Who on earth does he think he is? Why didn’t he tell his grandpa that he has another woman? He made you belie

A second later, the call ended. I dressed up and went to meet the lawyer. We talked through the divorce process, and he told me it'd take about two days to prepare the paperwork. I thanked him again for keeping everything discreet. Because if Matthew found out before I was ready...I didn't even want to think about what he'd do. But there was still one massive problem. Money. Funny, isn't it? I was married to a fucking billionaire... And my personal savings didn't even add up to five thousand dollars.

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.

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.