The Billionaire's Fake Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money. “He’s actually a CEO, yet he ate cheap takeout with her every day. I actually felt sorry for him.” My mother forced a smile and asked, “Really? What ended up happening to that woman?” Layla shrugged. “I think she had a daughter. He had fake wedding papers made for her. She’s probably stuck in some rundown place now. “She’s quite pitiful, too, honestly. My husband even told her he was some kind of undercover age

Amelia’s gaze widened, and her hands trembled as she read the figures—one billion! She flipped to one page, then another—her movement chaotic. Then her heart wrenched so much so she couldn’t breathe, once her gaze landed on the signature written at the end of the document. LIES they were all LIES. Her grip on the document tightened. “Back then, I forgave this debt. But as you rightly reminded me, our family has no relationship. It’s too much to ask that you pretend to be my son’s wife, just pay the debt and we will cut ties”

Mayhap, he got another evil plan in his head with regard to my love life. That sounds funny, I know but that is hindered and ten percent true. This guy, after the leave of my cruel fake wife's, bought me a dozen of girls so that I can hook up with them. After the day when Shania won Billy's custody case, I was marred. Being betrayed, on top of that I had to bear the ache of getting separated from my son. I had turned cold towards my life as there was no reason to live it. I cannot get over the shock. It has left a dark stain on my memory. The betrayal was not hurting but her lie did. She promised me to give my son a good life. She promised to behind goddess mamma but all she became was a vam

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

"My eyes widen in astonishment as I gaze at the luxurious iPhone, a symbol of wealth and opulence. I can't believe my luck! I quickly take the phone from Linda's outstretched hand, eager to possess this coveted device before she changes her mind or scolds me further." "Linda, Maya's closest and most eccentric friend, is a billionaire who's willing to go to extremes - like threatening to kill someone - over a phone worth a mere million dollars, which seems absurd given her vast wealth." "I assumed that billionaires like Linda had an abundance of wealth and resources, making it unnecessary to be overly attached to a specific material possession like a phone, let alone resort to extreme measure

"And you agreed?" Amelia stopped making coffee and looked directly into her friend's eyes. "How can you ask me that? Of course I didn't accept! I don't even know if he's a real millionaire, I'm not going to get into fraud, Fatima". "That car he was driving is from this year, Amelia, he's not a pauper". "And what do you want me to do with that information? Fatima, who in their right mind chases a person down the street just to desperately ask her to be his fake wife? For heaven's sake!"

And I— I pressed my fingers against the windowsill. You are a contract wife, I told myself. You signed a document. You have a clause. You are here for five thousand dollars a month and your mother's debt and that is the precise and total extent of what this is. But there was Kai's voice in my head — he's better when you're here — and there was last night, the hotel room, the wine and the laughing and what if I'm not faking — And there was the way Zane had looked at her.

He explains and I am once again reminded that this man is rich. I mean, I never forgot he was rich, but when he flaunts his money like this, it makes me feel slightly insignificant. “What?” The man in question asks, not missing the shift in my demeanor. “Where’s your head?” “Nowhere,” I lie, though I’m sure he can see right through me. “I was just soaking in the situation that I’ve gotten myself into.” “And what situation is that?” Grant asks, eyeing me curiously. “That I’m now the wife of a billionaire.” I say slowly while feeling like I’m reading lines from some TV drama, but it isn’t a drama, it is my new reality, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll be able to survive this new identity.

replied the man with a tone as if he fully expected it. "What would you think if I told you that I'm going to get married? I need to do a wife casting" the dark-haired man commented lightly as if nothing had happened. "A wife casting? What the hell are you talking about?" he spoke with a strange voice "For God's sake, what do I have to do with that?" The man's voice already sounded a bit rude. "Please, it's not a joke. I need to get the best women in this community, even if they are foreigners. Better if they are, I wouldn't understand them at all and we would have the best fictional relationship"

Her mouth was agape and shock was well inscribed in her eyes and her eyes widened like saucers. "But I don't understand who would do such a thing?" I asked. " Isn't it obvious, it is Beth! Think about it, your husband... Doting husband, helps you clear bad press because he's insanely in love with you!" Oh, that reminded me. Crystal didn't know that it was a fake marriage and nothing of that was real in any way, I had to tell her that at least, she needed to know that I was a cheap paid actress who over did her acting give and actually fell in love with the character I was potraying,'the loving wife of the billionaire'