The Billionaire's Fake Wife の小説・ストーリー

“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.”

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

"You will live as my wife for a year, attending all public functions. Publicly, we're a devoted couple. Privately, we're strangers. Separate bedrooms. No intimacy or emotional involvement. You stay out of my personal affairs, and I stay out of yours. At year's end, we divorce, and you receive a large compensation." Nora glanced at Cain. "I don't understand," she said slowly. "Your agency told me this was an interview for an executive support position. With an unconventional scope, yes, but..." She shook her head. "They didn't say anything about pretending to be someone's wife." ‎ “They weren't supposed to tell candidates the specifics beforehand,” Cain muttered, dragging a hand through his h

My face graced the covers while the titles changed. Billionaire's wife buys her way into Hollywood. Another read. Former escort and now billionaire's wife, bribing crew for her role to cross into Hollywood big. That wasn't even true. I had worked hard for it and never offered a bribe. Then I clicked on one of the pages and read through. My blood boiled as I read the lies and then my eyes caught the comments and I wished I didn't read them. “I'm not surprised. She didn't drug the billionaire and slept with him months ago.”

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go

As his fake contracted wife who doomed their hopes into ashes. Tbc….

Stand tall, don’t let anyone diminish you. “Girlfriend?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes, anger bubbling. “I’m not his girlfriend. I’m his wife.” My voice trembled, but I stood my ground. The old woman laughed so hard she wheezed, wiping tears from her cheeks with the rag in her hand. “His wife? Oh, darling, and I’m a billionaire disguised as a housekeeper. Spare me your delusions.” She raised the duster again, swiping toward me like I was dust she wanted to sweep away.

This was too surreal, too good to be true that I had to ask, “Why? I am no use to you and we are not of the same class” “You shouldn’t be worried about that, that's my problem. All I need is for you to act like my wife in front of everyone and convince them well enough. Are you willing?” If his face wasn't so serious, I would have really thought this was just a prank. A fake marriage with a billionaire… What games was fate playing? Is this what it means to have struck gold? I wouldn't have had too many problems with the idea except that… “Urmm, I have a five year old son, he has been diagnosed with down syndrome” I spoke up about my condition.

I turned to face him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I didn’t mean for the drink to spill. That was on me. But you didn’t have to be so close to Owen in the first place.” I blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, stepping closer. “You’re my wife, Aurora. Or have you forgotten that?” That was it – the last straw. “Your wife?” I laughed bitterly, the sound echoing in the narrow hallway. “Don’t kid yourself, Leon. I’m not your wife. I’m your fake wife. A convenient arrangement with an expiration date.”

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'