The Billionaire’s Fake Wife Novels & Stories

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'

Everyone was happy except the two of us. Lexus who was in front of me didn't speak. He doesn't want to, does he? Because come to think of it, how will our lives be? How can we live with each other? We don't even know each other very well. They both congratulated us. I just smiled. But somehow I felt relief that he was the one I would marry. At least our family knew each other. And…. Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

“You’re so analytical. He’s a sweetheart! He’s a freakin millionaire and he gives you the treatment in bed. What’s not to love?” “Okay.” She’d drawn another smile from me. Richard was actually a billionaire, but what difference did that make? “What are you doubting?” “I want the happily ever after.” “After all this time, you found the man who fits your criteria. All those lists you made in college, you read them to me! I know you, Wil! Richard is perfect for you. I can’t see you being satisfied with anyone else. And if what you said about him in bed is true . . .” Roman focused on a nearby hot pepper stand and didn’t see the tattooed man in front of us stop to talk to his toddlers. She walke

This was how vicious he was to those dishonest on their ways of life and also had fun in deceiving people. "I'm sorry, I can't just hand the baby over without knowing fully what your intentions are towards him nor his mother," The woman shook her head, appearing brave but deep down, she was scared out of her wits. Thinking of the benefits she was going to gets from pretending to really care, she couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation. The young billionaire of course noticed this and was immediately disgusted. He badly wanted to teach her a lesson not to pretend to act kind but since Joanna's life was still on the line and he also knew she had to be urgently treated, he shook his hea

known by all. And here this woman was, blushing and shyly declaring to everyone that this married man had spent a fortune casually to make her happy. Wasn't this, in every sense, a public admission of his infidelity? The wealthy crowd didn't seem shocked by his presence here, as if they had long known something I hadn't. So was the bankruptcy a lie? A deception spun by the world to me?

“Mexico’s most handsome and richest wife, Ashley Grander displays her thong for all his guests at their party.” “Christopher Bridger, Mexico’s Billionaire gets disgraced and humiliated at his party by his wild and shameless wife after she got herself drunk to stupor.” “Christopher Bridger’s wife, Ashley Grander spills their dirty secrets to everyone present at their party; calls Mexico’s billionaire husband a wood around her.” “Christopher Bridger loses a multi-million contract as a result of Ashley Grander’s drunk theatrics at their party.” “Trouble in paradise? Christopher Bridger and Ashley Grander might not be the lovey-dovey couple Mexico took them to be; wife spills indoor dirty secret

“How weird is it going to be when this is over? I’m going to be painted as the victim or the bitch who broke the billionaire’s heart. I cannot believe I let myself get into this. There’s still time to back out. I think I’ll call him, then hand him the keys to the front door and walk away. I don’t think I can go through with this.” She was shaking her head. “Uh-uh, no way. You love this company. This company is your baby and there is no way you are walking away from this.” “Cynthia, I’m going to be completely honest with you.” “What?” I took a deep breath. “I’m not a good actress. I don’t fake anything very well at all. I see it, I say it. Kylian is a man who gets to me. I can’t shake him, an

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.”

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

“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.”