The Billionaire's Fake Wife Novels & Stories

I was in the small sunroom off the library, trying to lose myself in a book, when Izzy burst in, her face unusually pale, a gossip magazine clutched in her hand like a venomous snake. “Angel! Nonna tried to hide it, but I saw it on the newsstand when we went for pastries!” She thrust the magazine at me. The headline screamed across the glossy cover in lurid, oversized font: {BILLIONAIRE’S BOGUS BRIDE! Damien Salvatore’s ‘Fiancée’ A Penniless Painter Hired to Hoodwink Dying Mother!}

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

“very high profile, my partners, investors, media presence will all be present.” “And what does that have to do with anything?” I ask. “And,” he says, his voice lower now, “appearances matter.” And there it is was, the truth finally. This had nothing to do with us or us being family it was about his public image. And suddenly, the shared suite, the private jet, the assumptions from staff, the word family being repeated over and over it all starts to make a different kind of sense. He doesn’t need Paige, he needs the illusion of a wife, a wife that fits his image, he needed to seem like a stable family man.

Once Naomi let him know that his wife had eloped with another man, it would be game over. Turning away, she headed towards the VIP hospital wing where she knew she would find Jacob Garcia. Since that day she had discovered that her sister’s husband was actually a billionaire and not the poor man he presented himself to be, she had been looking for a way to get close to him. But it was as if all of a sudden, he had disappeared into thin air. He hadn’t even made any threats to her parents concerning their deception. They had been apprehensive for days, with Francis even trying to have a meeting with the Garcia family to apologise. But they had informed him that Jacob was on important business

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

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.

There was no photo of him on the site, which explained why I hadn't recognized him immediately. I printed out everything I could find about Fernandez Real Estate and rushed back to the hotel to show Bernard. "Look at this," I said, spreading the papers across the bed. "Richmond Fernandez is worth over two billion dollars. Two billion, Bernard!" Bernard's mouth fell open as he read through the information. "This can't be the same guy. Why would a billionaire pretend to be a restaurant worker?" "Because he's playing some kind of sick game," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "He's probably married, or maybe he just gets off on deceiving women. Either way, Vanya has no idea who she's really d

God, here he comes again bragging about his money and title I so much hate this guy and his stupid pride but I am here to frustrate his life. ”You will have to follow me to the orphanage home.” "I have important things to do than that” ”Okay then since you don't want to comply with me I think we are not having any deal maybe you should find yourself another person to act as your fake wife.” I picked my bag off the table and made to leave. ”Okay wait...wait fine... fine I will do whatever you want.” He stopped me on my track while a smile lingered on my face. Gosh! It felt good having the mighty billionaire wrapped around my fingers.

I was never the wife. I got bored of the tv and grabbed my phone to scroll I*******m. I stumbled on all manner of thing including Susan’s vacation pics, then a blog headline stopped me cold. “BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE MARRIAGE EXPOSED: Damon Langford Paid Single Mom to Play Wife—Stole Her from Ex, Took Her Son Too!” I dialed Damon immediately but it went straight to voicemail again and again. My hands shook. Who knew? Who hated us this much? I was about to chuck the phone when Catherine started calling.

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me