Romans & histoires The Billionaire's Ceo Runaway Wife

Complete, ringing silence. Then a laugh bursts out of me, harsh and loud in the empty room. It's not a happy sound. It's triumphant, greedy, vicious. A billionaire. My mousy little wife, the one who could barely look me in the eye, is a fucking billionaire. And she hid it from me. All those years. The jealousy evaporates, replaced by a blazing, glorious greed. This changes everything. She's not just my wife. She's my fortune. The man on the phone is still talking. "...means if we target the company, we're targeting her assets directly. It's a much bigger lever against Sotheby. He married her for her money, obviously. Ruin that, and you ruin him."

How lucky was I to have a billionaire husband, even if our relationship wasn’t perfect? The look on her face, Serena’s shocked, bitter expression when she realized I was no longer the shabby beggar she wanted me to be, was priceless. I could still see her eyes narrowing, her fake smile trembling as she searched for a way to drag me down again. She couldn’t stand seeing me clean, dressed neatly, and living well. So, of course, she brought up the debt. I sighed, brushing away the crumbs on my hand. How did we even get here? One moment we were like sisters, inseparable and the next, she had turned into my sworn enemy. Was I cursed to always end up alone?

Everything had been planned out. He had done his research and found out the billionaire’s wife had a history of running off without notice. This wasn’t her first disappearance. Sammy’s plan was simple: once he got the money, I’d vanish too—just like the real Mrs. Edwards. That way, no one would ask questions. People, including her husband, would just assume she had returned to her usual hide-and-seek lifestyle. It all sounded clever... but terrifying. My mind was full of questions. What if the billionaire was abusive? Controlling? Cold? Because honestly, what kind of man would make his pregnant wife run away when she needed the most care?

She was walking home when she saw it. A newsstand on Princes Street. The Financial Times front page, set face-out in the display rack. Lewis's face. His jaw tight, eyes distant, that photograph they always used — the one from the Singapore announcement, when he'd looked like a man who owned the world. The headline above it: STERLING IN CRISIS: CEO'S WIFE VANISHES Sources close to Lewis Sterling confirm the billionaire's wife, Yessica Sterling, left their New York penthouse without warning three weeks ago. Sterling has declined all comment, but insiders suggest—

The next that followed was a loud scream, which would have been capable of drawing the attention of whosoever that might be in the building. He walked to his balcony and as the soft wind of the morning blew calmly on his face, his mind wrestled and tried to come up with a decision. His name is Stan, a handsome young billionaire in his early thirties. He stands as the heir to the Devreal empire. A large company that stood among the top in the United States. With how handsome he looked, together with how rich he was, it was of no surprise that girls flocked around him at every instance.

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

They swore not to give up unless a body had been presented to them physically dead or alive. They had lost it all. Their billions and their company ment nothing without their families. Grandpa Wills death also took a toll on them both. After more investigation and more evidence gathered the culprit turned out to be Grandpa Wills assistant. It turned out he was the illegitimate son of the ex mayor who is currently doing time. (But this is a story for another time hehe) Emma? Emma's son turned out to be that of Coles ex bestfriend. He had returned and took his son with him. Emma was then left with nothing and ran away due to her humiliation.

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

Jack was caught off guard by her actions, and she pushed him in front of Caroline before he could react. Vivian was completely out of control at the moment. "He's your husband, right? Oh, I know. You worked so hard to become the CEO to support him, right?" Then, she mocked Caroline, saying, "Your husband is a poor man who can only rely on you!" Caroline rubbed her temples and said coldly, "Are you done messing around, Vivian?" "What's wrong? Are you unwilling to admit it, even after you married him?" Vivian had really gone insane. She was so furious that she couldn't find a way to upset Caroline. So she had no choice but to take advantage of the fact that her husband was an ordinary person.

“I have no time for riddles. Shut the door on your way out,” I was prepared to return to work but then she spun around to face me, still smiling sinisterly. “You got her pregnant before me, and you thought to yourself that you didn’t need me around anymore. You suddenly ended your deal with my dad, and decided to end our relationship so as to marry that street girl, to clean up the mess of having a baby mama. You want to keep your reputation astounding, and be the perfect billionaire. The one with no drama. It’s either this or you’ve somehow managed to get a better business offer from whoever led you to her,”