The Billionaire's Fake Wife Novels & Stories

“Just three months. Strictly business. No strings attached, no assumptions, no physical contact except when necessary.” “As you please,” he didn't flinch. He dropped his tablet, stood up, and walked towards the drawer right beside his desk, and pulled out a thick brown folder, which I assumed to be the contract. “Here’s it, go through and sign at the bottom corner. You'll receive monthly compensation, and when it's over, I'll fulfill my end of the bargain.” I collected and scanned through it. “This is insane,” I muttered. I can't believe I'm about to agree to be a fake fiancée. Not just to anyone but to a billionaire — one of the richest and most influential men in Ravelle.

known by all. And here this woman was, blushing and shyly declaring to everyone that this married man had spent a fortune casually to make her happy. Wasn't this, in every sense, a public admission of his infidelity? The wealthy crowd didn't seem shocked by his presence here, as if they had long known something I hadn't. So was the bankruptcy a lie? A deception spun by the world to me?

Here ishu just looks at him with teary eyes His mother lovingly carrsing her hair and speak up "don't worry this wedding is happen plz baby don't cry " She speak up in hiccups "but anty.... He love.. someone ... Else... And again cry this time his mother hug her and speak up "I know baby he love someone else but believe me soon he love you. You just have some patients" Here her mother have Happy tears to look at new bond between new daughte in law and mother in law. They broke the hug three ladies have tears but quickly wipe them out. Here he came back in living room with wide smile bcoz he thought that now his mission is successful but alas his mission is fail.

I hadn’t spent much time with Charlie, who was as intimidating in the office as in the courtroom. “I’m staying in Lake Forest these days.” “Oh, right. You’re with that billionaire. What’s his name? Mackenzie?” As if she didn’t know. She made everyone’s personal business her own. That’s how she got ahead. “Yes. Richard.” “Seems like a good match for you. Where you’re headed career-wise, you ought to be with someone very rich and powerful. Like him.” I let her enter the elevator first. “So tell me. I heard you told off Old Johnson Dorman before you left. I want all the blood spatter and gore. Don’t leave anything out.” Charlie dug into her huge Gucci bag searching for something until her bony,

“Hell yeah, it will work. Have the woman sign a confidentiality agreement. She can’t breathe a word of the plan to anyone. Old Bob will never know. Get the money, and wait a month or two before you break off the engagement. Make it really good and have her cheat on you or something. That will win you some sympathy points, and you won’t have to worry about another clause sneaking up on you. As soon as you get the money, I’d put it in some secret offshore account so it can’t be taken back.” “Where am I going to find this fake fiancée?” I asked. He shrugged a shoulder. “They’re everywhere.” “And then what? Ask her if she’s willing to pretend she likes me enough to sell the idea of a fake marria

The words slipped out quietly without me even thinking and Julian’s fingers paused against his phone and there was this unrecognisable emotion in his face. “He built everything I have,” he answered after a moment. “Cross Industries started with him.” “And your mother?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My mother loves power and herself more than people.” Well. That explained literally everything. My eyes drifted toward my reflection in the glass and I barely recognized myself anymore. Designer clothes. Luxury penthouse. Fake marriage. Media scandals. Hours ago I was arguing with hospital billing departments and eating noodles in my apartment while grading exhibition proposals. Now I was standing

Rose couldn't afford to expose the truth just yet. Ryan’s grip on Bella’s hand tightened as he struggled to focus. “You’re…my wife?” “That’s right, sweetheart,” Bella purred, shooting a triumphant glance at Ivy. “Your wife, Iris.” Mrs. Rose, sensing she was losing this battle, stepped forward. “Ryan, honey, listen to me. This is Iris, your wife,” she said, emphasizing Bella's lie to appease Bella’s threat. “Ivy’s just upset, that’s all. But she’ll come around.”

Unbeknownst to her inner turmoil, Tina continued, "She is a single, pretty, rich and renowned model and has an equally influential family. Her father owns Gage Pharmaceuticals and her mother has her own fashion line." Trinity nodded at her, taking it all in. So this was the woman Dmitri was going to marry after their one year marriage was up. Despite knowing that her soon to be fake husband was already besotted with a woman named Samantha Gage, she'd never tried to look her up anywhere. It wasn't a shocker that someone as rich and handsome as Dmitri would go for a woman like that. She shouldn't have been surprised, but she was. She shouldn't have been feeling so sad either, but she was. "Tri

she scoffed at the thought of that. "Oh, it occurred to me that you don't have a good memory". She walks around her in circles . "Let me remind you, I'm Daisy Campbell; Milo Kai Anton's wife. What is he again...?" She tapped her index finger at the corner of her lips. "Ye...yes, I heard is a Billionaire. I heard he owns Westwood city". Elleney stared at her in a daze, but she didn't stop. She continued "...it can be safe to say that he is a robber, probably a kidnapper because...".

“You hired someone to stand beside you, to look convincing, and to make your ex sweat. I did that. So why does my identity suddenly matter?” My laugh came out sharp - almost hysterical. “Because I did not hire you,” I said. “I hired a fake fiancé, and now I’m standing here with a real billionaire who apparently knew my name, my scandal, and my family before I even opened my door.” His expression did not change. “And?” he asked. “And?” I echoed. “And it feels like everything else about you is fake too.” His gaze hardened just a little. “It doesn’t matter what’s real or fake about me,” he said, his voice smooth but with steel underneath. “What matters is that I did exactly what you paid for.”