The Billionaire's Ceo Runaway Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

Woods when I'm making fun of her, but when she claimed everything was because of how close we were, I felt awful. Does she consider me a hedonistic billionaire who sleeps with a different woman every day? After all, how could she act so normally following such a passionate kiss—hadn't my kiss even remotely affected her? She is not my wife, so from now on, I won't be calling her Mrs. Woods. My marriage to her is simply based on a contract that I have to use to restrain my feelings for her. "Oh no, Mr. Woods, your grandma sent only one pair of each item, so we should divide them up based on our individual needs." Hearing her voice, I came out of my dream world.

But then they don't know what sin she committed. They don't know that their beloved Ava had cheated on him. "Its time for the meeting with the Malhotras. I will get back to you soon. Give my love to Camille" Zayed said and hung up the call **** Ava was preparing for the meeting with Karan Malhotra which was scheduled for the day. He will be here any time. She did a little research on Malhotra Industries and came to know that Karan Malhotra is a billionaire playboy, who flirts with every beautiful woman who he comes across.

Leah was a scheming woman who was ready to do anything to get her competition out of the way. "Your ex wife is hooking up with my fiance. Trying to find her a sweet rich sugar daddy that will take care of all her problems and my fiance who doesn't like us getting married is open to her advanced and gets close to her no matter what I do." She said as I frowned not liking this one bit. "So what do you want me to do?" I asked, eager and curious to hear what she has to say.

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.”

So she swallowed it. Buried it. Straightened her posture. And became the boss again. Without another word, she turned and walked away—to welcome investors, to shake hands, to smile like nothing had cracked inside her. He remained where he was. Torn. Should he follow his wife? Or go after Matilda? The thought lingered longer than it should have. His phone buzzed. He didn’t even check the screen. He lifted it to his ear, his free hand sliding into his pocket as he walked away from the crowd, from the noise, from the moment.

I want them to know about our marriage when Yelle and I were settled. "I see that Mara wasn't aware that you own JDLI," Andrew commented again. I nodded. "Will you tell her?" "You should be the one to tell her. And from the looks of it, you need to find the right timing to tell her about it." Andrew said. I smile and patted his shoulder. "Thanks, bro." "We finally meet Ms. Laertes." I have a meeting with Ms. Laertes, the CEO and President of Cabello International Corporation. She's also an Architect and Engineer. She was behind the success of her company which was inherited from her parents.

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

I can’t even cry, the tears stay trapped, burning behind my eyes, refusing to fall and what finally pulls me back is Anastasia’s voice. She’s talking now, excited, animated going on about what it feels like to be married to the biggest and youngest billionaire in the world. Her voice grates against my ears and every word feels like a jab. A reminder and mockery, that’s when I’ve had enough, I grab the remote and turn off the TV abruptly, the room plunging back into silence. The silence is heavy but it’s better than having to endure that and I lean back in my chair, staring at nothing.