Novel & Cerita The Billionaire’s Fake Wife

“A contract. A solution for both of us.” “A solution? You think I’m going to enter into a fake marriage so you can, what? Satisfy some twisted billionaire ego?” I shoved the papers away from me, the anger a welcome rush of heat to combat the icy shock. He remained utterly calm. “Let me explain the terms before you make assumptions you can’t afford.” I sat rigid, refusing to give him the satisfaction of leaning in.

“Noah Thorne wants me to marry him. A contract, one year. I’d be his fake wife, smile for his business deals. He’ll clear the debt—fifty grand, plus interest—and pay me five million. Fund my design business, too.” Mom’s eyes widen, her hands freezing on the bills. “Five million? Scarlett, that’s…” “Insane,” I cut in, my voice rising. “It’s a trap, Mom. He’s a stranger, a billionaire who thinks he can buy me. I’m not some prop for his corporate games.”

Matt continued, pulling out his phone, “isn’t what it seems. I have proof that Christian and Jessica signed a contract the very same night they met. Two million dollars for one year of pretending. This entire wedding is a lie.” Gasps rippled through the room. Faces turned toward Christian and Jessica, shocked, judging, waiting. “Show them,” Arnold said calmly from the head of the table. Every head turned toward him, confused. “Grandfather?” Matt said, startled. “Show them the contract,” Arnold repeated, his voice steady. “Since you clearly worked so hard to get it.” Matt hesitated, unsure why his grandfather wasn’t upset. He turned his phone toward the table, displaying the document for ever

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

And I couldn’t throw away the gift from the universe. In front of the flashing lights, Camille pretended to love the change. The audience thought we were soulmates. She was a successful actress with projects lined up throughout the year and a supportive fiancé by her side. I was a young billionaire who had built everything from scratch. Yes, we were engaged. Her publicist had arranged the publicity stunt to stabilize her image as the billionaire’s wife. I went along with it, hoping it would change her mind about being a mother and wife. If it appeased her and made her confident, I would go to any lengths.

Mayhap, he got another evil plan in his head with regard to my love life. That sounds funny, I know but that is hindered and ten percent true. This guy, after the leave of my cruel fake wife's, bought me a dozen of girls so that I can hook up with them. After the day when Shania won Billy's custody case, I was marred. Being betrayed, on top of that I had to bear the ache of getting separated from my son. I had turned cold towards my life as there was no reason to live it. I cannot get over the shock. It has left a dark stain on my memory. The betrayal was not hurting but her lie did. She promised me to give my son a good life. She promised to behind goddess mamma but all she became was a vam

Aaron nodded he left. After some time I was standing alone, I was feeling so tired if I close my eyes I was afraid I can open them again. I looked down at the ring on her finger. I am now Mrs.Rose Patterson the great business tycoon, Aaron Patterson's wife. This is my new identity but I am happy at least I am not Anderson anymore. My so-called family is busy entertaining their guest. I feel someone come and stand beside me. I looked at the figure who stand next to me.

she smiled charmingly turning to face him “where do I start from, how about from the middle back to the beginning and then back to the middle again then the end? She chuckled at the unfathomable expression on his face. When he said nothing, she continued. “Standing in front of you is none other than yours truly, your wife, hahah…me,” she said bowing a little, the cynical smile never leaving her face. “And you sir is my husband, at least for a while, you follow?” She winked as she strolled casually to the door. “I am sure you noticed all that fake celebration yesterday and the day before right? Aha, well that my dear, was our wedding, which happened because…” she stopped momentarily a childli

Kayden just sparingly smiled at him and then tapped the tracker's shoulder trying to comfort him. "Half of the warriors are dead and the rest are wounded," Kayden replied and I don't know what should I feel in this situation now. I've only met Morgan once in this very hall since he always sends his beta every time we have council meetings. The only thing I know is that Morgan is very protective of his wife to the point that he never leaves his wife alone. I can't help but curse as I tried to imagine the horror that Morgan and his wife whose only three months pregnant have faced from the hands of those sick hunters and feral rogues.