The Billionaire’s Fake Wife Novels & Stories

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.

Laila explains relaxing her head on her desk. “Well why give her a contract if you don’t wanna work with her?”Xavier asked,Laila lifted her head up and looked over at Xavier blowing on the loose strand of her hair away from her face. “Well her book was well written and her storyline is interesting”Laila groans. “Well what’s her book about?”Mike curiously asked. “It’s about an arrogant billionaire that detest women but later fell in love with an orphan”Laila explains as they all nodded their heads in approval of the storyline.

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

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 parents found it difficult to understand why I still proceeded with marrying Sheila after what the Graysons' did. They were still angry with them and refused to acknowledge or accept Sheila. I couldn't blame them; my background check on Stevenson and Fiona Grayson revealed them as mere opportunists seeking a wealthy match for their daughter, Phoebe, under the disguise of marriage. Well, the jokes would be on them when I announce my marriage to Sheila to the public and the press realize the truth about my fake, supposed bankruptcy. Until then, I needed to sort some things out. ************************* "Mr. Walker, is it true you were never disinherited and are still a billionaire?"

"Our Mr perfect caught in a scandal of an unfulfilled seduction, tarnishing a lady's reputation." Andrew, without sparing a glance at his phone, replied indifferently, "Are you done mocking? If so, kindly proceed with your own affairs and don't disrupt mine." Martin chuckled, his tone turning teasing, "Ar ,haven't you noticed you're busier than usual during the day? Always in a rush, hardly have time for us anymore, and you're strictly home on time now. Why's that?" Andrew remained silent, prompting an uproarious laugh from Martin, "Hahaha... Because you've got a sweet little wife at home now, haven't you? You're all about the domestic life these days."

"And do you also know about her first love? That one woman who left him when they were still young? He's still waiting for her until now, do you know that?" "Y-Yes. But I'm afraid I can't tell any more details about that, ma'am." I nodded. "Yeah right, I almost forgot that you're actually a loyal man to your boss. But you know what, Henry?" "Ma'am?" "Well, I know you already know, but I was actually born from a poor family. A family who can't even afford to pay their monthly rent. If you still don't know yet, the reason why I actually agreed on having a fake relationship with your boss is because I needed the money. I needed it to be able to pay my family's debts."

“Because you tricked me.” “No, I didn't. Let's just say... change of plans" I opened my mouth, ready to retort, but his voice softened just a little. “Camilla, I don’t need you to be my real wife. I just need you to look like it. To play your part perfectly.” I hesitated, unsettled by the gentleness threading through his tone. He was acting all human, throwing jokes all around, the arrogant billionaire replaced all of a sudden. “And what do I get out of it?” I asked finally.

“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.

Those words from Claire seemed to make my heart pound. She has a husband, and he's a rich man. But she wants to be with her other man. I am the key to fulfilling that wish, and in return, she will pay for my mother's hospital bill who needs to undergo an operation due to his brain aneurysm. I must pretend to be Claire and face her husband for a few months. Because of our similar faces, I entered a contract that will completely change my life. The days passed quickly. It wasn't easy imitating Claire's actions because she was raised differently, but even so, I still got it right.