Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Ceo Runaway Wife

"It's only a matter of time. You've gone soft, Mr. Pomeroy, and it shows in your investments." Byron shook his head in disbelief. "Now I've heard it all." "We could have been quite the power couple, you and I," Christine said, pointing a bright red fingernail at Byron, "but you chose an upstart little nobody instead. See how the tables will be turning." "You're right," Byron said to Emily, "we shouldn't be wasting our times with this nonsense." They walked away from Christine and her new billionaire beau. "What did he mean about taking over your territory?" Emily asked.

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.

CHRISTY: Runaway bride. Billionaire jilted groom. Yes. I was Everette Watson's runaway bride. A billionaire and owned a multi-billion company where my father was also an investor. Our marriage was about a potential business marriage, but since I was a romantic fool who believed in love, I did not accept the marriage and ran away even if I risked my parent's wrath. My parents disowned me, but did not care about it thinking this was my life and I was the only one who could decide for me.

I sat down and took a book and pen, Inspirations started flowing, I forgot to tell you, I really loved writing. A lady who lost her husband from a gunshot raid and was still mourning for him, surprisingly friend herself in the bed of a hot man not knowing it was her soon to be boss. Years later, she moved on and got employed in the top billionaire's company in City J. Soon she fell for him but didn't realize it was her husband. The truth soon comes to light, she refuses to forgive him for playing with her emotions, Would she go on with loving him the way he is or did she want the former him, Yeah... that's a good plot. "Name...name, Yh ..I didn't know Mr CEO was my husband".

"No, we'll leave together. I don't want the sleazy tabloids capturing shit about our marriage." At that, she chuckled humorlessly, unbothered by his anger. "You've done a good job painting the reality of what it is to the media already. I won't be made a clown a second time." Then she reached for her phone and ordered a cab in front of the nanny and the Stark family chauffeur who had come in a limo to pick them up. What the fuck was she trying to pull? What new scheme could she be cooking? Alessandro knew he couldn't make a scene there and swallowed his rage, watching as a small cab drove in and the new wife of the richest billionaire in America according to Forbes, entered with their baby.

“Want anything? Coffee? Water?” “Just answers,” I said, dropping into one of the chairs. He smiled and sat across from me. “So. Let’s talk about what’s going on.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Leo’s cousin, Vincent, is being pushed as the next CEO. His mother—Carla—is running the show right now. She’s holding a shareholder vote to push it through. If that happens, everything Leo built will be out of his hands. And I don’t know how much longer I can stall this.”

Anna smiled secretly. His grandmother has made up her mind. If he gets a billion, he will definitely have the highest position among their cousins. He doesn't have to worry about the financial situation of the company because he has confidence in his wife. He didn't know how but he was one hundred percent sure. The old woman sighed violently. He put his two elbows on the table and leaned down while looking at her intently. "One billion pesos... make sure you get the exact amount, nothing more, nothing less and I can promise you your condition," said Donya Agatha.

Yesterday, she remembered booking room 9999, but today the key card said 6666, and her clothes were in that room, so she assumed she must have made a mistake. Dante woke up, looked around, but saw no one. He was slightly annoyed—the woman from last night was nowhere to be found. Dante frowned and rubbed his head, which was still aching from the previous night. On the table, he noticed a stack of cash and a note that read, "I only have $1,000. Please accept it." Dante sneered; the woman had mistaken him for a gigolo. In the CEO's suite, a man entered, bowing respectfully to Dante. By now, Dante had changed into a black suit and was seated at his desk.

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.