The Billionaire’s Fake Wife Novels & Stories

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.”

“We married quietly and decided tonight would be the moment we went public.” “So basically,” I said slowly, “we’re faking a love story.” “We’re controlling a narrative.” “Ah yes,” I nodded thoughtfully. “The billionaire version of being fake.” His jaw moved slightly. “You will smile,” he continued, “you will stay close to me, and you will behave like a woman who adores her husband.” I tilted my head. “And if I don’t?” His gaze dropped briefly to the diamond on my finger. “You like your brother free.”

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

ESTRANGED BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE MOVES INTO RIVAL’S PROPERTY. My voice died in my throat when I saw the name of the alleged billionaire’s wife. Celeste Devereux. A cold feeling settled in my stomach and I feel sick all of a sudden. No. Ryan takes another sip because of course she has no idea that I’m the alleged estranged wife. She has no idea that I am the Celeste Devereux those master reporters are waiting outside for. “I thought you knew, I was waiting for you to start with that.” The room went very still.

Within the high society circle, I'm a notorious high-maintenance trophy wife. I won't eat apples unless they are peeled and sliced into small pieces. I won't drink water unless it's exactly 113.2°F. By my second year married into an elite family, my in-laws can no longer stand me. They sign me up for an online makeover reality show, hoping to fix my attitude. The Internet goes crazy. Everyone tunes in, eager to watch me, a spoiled brat, lose my mind in the countryside. Instead, the moment the live stream starts, they see me carrying ten bundles of wheat across my shoulders. They see me wearing a pair of canvas shoes, running more steadily than the local farm women. When the village chief

Khloe (8:43 PM): PICK UP THE PHONE RIGHT NOW OR I AM DRIVING TO YOUR APARTMENT! Khloe (8:44 PM): TELL ME THIS IS A PHOTOSHOPPED JOKE! TELL ME RIGHT NOW! Khloe (8:45 PM): [ATTACHED LINK: ManhattanEliteDaily.com/breaking-news] My thumb hovered over the link. A cold, uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. I tapped it. The page loaded instantly. A huge, bold headline in fiery red font sat at the top: “BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR NATHAN VANNY OFF THE MARKET! MYSTERY CRIMSON BEAUTY CRASHES VANNY FAMILY WEDDING WITH MASSIVE ENGAGEMENT!”

I rubbed my jaw roughly and reached for my phone instead, needing something else to focus on before I lost my mind. Without thinking, I opened Brown’s I*******m page. The perfect billionaire image. Luxury watches, business deals, parties, and cars. Women in the comments were practically begging for his attention, watching videos of interviews where he talked about success and discipline, all while he was beating his wife behind closed doors. I scrolled further. More pictures, more fake smiles, and more carefully crafted perfection. Yet nowhere, not a single time, was there any mention of a wife or daughter. My expression hardened instantly.

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

"So, what does he expect you to do with these babies? Is he that stupid? Look, I don't care about what he calls himself, billionaire, philanthropist? Name it, I'll face him by myself, only if you will permit me." "I have a certain Irene who's working towards disrupting the wedding, she made a fake credit card to frame him as a fraudster." "What? You think they will believe that? They know he's a billionaire, they don't believe he can do such." "They'll believe upon evidence." Lilian nodded, "They could, wow, that's a perfect idea, it will humble him." "I'm only afraid it will tarnish his image," "Do you know the number of people mocking you in the secret, do you know some that can mock you t