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FRAMING HIS WIFE AND SENDING HER TO PRISON JUST TO BE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. *Wow! These billionaires are creepy as hell! This is all they do with their money!* *She’s indeed a queen! Thank God she exposed him.* *Honestly who did she leave him for, she should hold him tight and save other ladies from such a creepy bastard.* *So much for marrying a billionaire, haha!* *Heard he got a restraining order, lol. Y’all gotta be kidding. She should burn him!* I can’t even scroll anymore. I'M TOTALLY FUCKED.

She is a trouble in my ass. Hahahaha! I plan on dumping her soon anyway. I still need her around for now. At least I have someone to tend to my sexual urges day and night. I went back to surfing the net on Huxley's family and I found he has an elder brother. "How interesting! So he is not even the first son yet he is enjoying the wealth all by himself. What a fraud!" I closed my PC and ordered an Uber. I needed to go somewhere private and plan this out well.

“It didn't say I had to die.” “I paid you extra for the death, didn't I?” “You did.” The man shrugged. “But all I'm saying is... you can still pay me more. You can do better.” He chuckled. “You're a billionaire after all.” “And the only reason I stay a billionaire,” Victor replied without emotion, “is because I don't let lazy pieces of shit blackmail me.” “Well...” the man leaned back comfortably. “I can always go find your wife and tell that poor girl you tricked her.”

Your office. Twenty minutes later, Jayson burst through Allen's door like a man on fire. Tall, thin, always impeccably dressed, but today his tie was loose and his hair disheveled. "We have a problem." He tossed a tablet onto Allen's desk. "Look." The screen showed news headlines refreshing in real time: "Billionaire Heiress Claims Ex-Partner Stole Her Ideas" "Jones Family Fortune Backs Lawsuit Against Carter Enterprises" "Did Tech Mogul Build Empire on Girlfriend's Work?"

An ordinary afternoon that had no business feeling this good. A family that wasn't really a family. A wife who wasn't really mine. She caught me staring. "What?" "Nothing." "You're staring." "Allowed to look at my wife." Color rose in her cheeks. "Fake wife." "Still my wife." "You're impossible." "So I've been told." For the first time in longer than I could remember, I wasn't Adrian Blackwood the billionaire everyone tiptoed around. I was just a man spending his afternoon with two people who'd become important to me somewhere along the way, without my noticing exactly when.

They implied that she traded one billionaire for the other. My jaw clenched so hard that I thought I heard a crack. I opened the next article. ‘TWO BILLIONAIRES, ONE WOMAN’ Then another. Every single one was worse than the last. It went from saying she only came to me for popularity, then it translated to her getting the best of both worlds, then they tied this news to the one the previous day where Elena and Serena had been exchanging words. I didn’t even think. I threw my mug across the room instinctively. It shattered against the wall but it did nothing to calm me down.

Just a few minutes ago, she was so poor that she only had five dollars, not even enough for hailing a taxi. If her mother-in-law who hated the low-class families and never had any likeness towards Ximena suddenly finds out Ximena Was Ximena Antonio, the youngest daughter of the Antonio family, the richest family in the country, that she was a super-rich woman with a net worth of billions of dollars, how surprised would she possibly be? She remembered before she had regained her memory, her good friend in the orphanage was almost dying. She knelt, begging her mother-in-law, Evelyn Ricardo, to lend her some money.

The old man had a smile playing on his wrinkled cheeks, and glancing around, spotted most of his customers having their eyes stuck to the screen of their phones. Their fingertips tapped on them crazily, and without being told, knew most if not all had videoed Doreen as he spoke. Within some minutes, every social media platform, and even news network were bussing with the remarkable and unexpected news. The continent's richest billionaire now has a girlfriend; Tessa Rashford! Meanwhile, Doreen driving on the road was panicking immensely. Where did Tessa go without informing him? “Angel…” his heart was throbbing hard, and his hand clenched to his chest while maneuvering the wheel with the othe

Luke eyes widened in shock. “ Doesn’t that makes a millionaire technically, Just like that ? Overnight…How is that even possible “ “ Millionaire? Katie’s empire is worth more than millions , Billions of dollars are now in Carina’s name “ Madam Claire said her eyes widened his shock . “ My Ex wife is a billionaire, How is that even possible “ “ What do you think we should take care of first?” “ At this point we should be scared of what she might do to us “

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."