Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Fake Wife

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.

“A million, “ she answered, feeling her heartstrings being tugged at. She thought of her son and wondered how he was doing. Was he hungry? Was he cold? Was he well taken care of? It hurt, knowing that she was helplessly desperate with no solution to this madness and the invisible ache within her heart worsened. It was as if someone was squeezing the air out of her chest. If only someone could lend her a million bucks right now. She would do anything that person asked. “I’ll give you a million dollars,” the man said. “What?!” Was that the answer to her prayers? A madman? She let out a huff of frustration and shook her head at the sheer lunacy of this man. “You need money and I need a fake wif

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

Candace refuted impassively: "I'm not as good as you. You can play both the role of the mistress and the noble hostess of the Flaming family." Hearing her words, Fanny looked at her. She was susceptible to being called mistress because she had in fact been Robert's mistress before. And she had sabotaged Robert and his previous wife, then became the hostess of the Flaming family. Hearing Candace, Robert froze, and remembered his previous wife, who had committed suicide because of his betrayal. At that moment, Ruby came out of her room. She was wearing an exquisite and fine dress, she looked like a pure and noble lady.

he said. "If you leave like that what will I say to everyone," I asked him. "Let me tell you something interesting, a few hours ago, I discovered your skill, you can make very good fake stories. make one again for the morning as well," Aaron snickered and say, leaving the room. I seat on the bed tears rolling down my cheeks. I thought that Aaron Patterson will trap me in my plan but it's like I am trapped in his plan. I am sure, there must be a reason why he marries me.

“He wants a one-year marriage of convenience. He needs me to fulfill a clause in his grandfather’s will. He offered me ten million dollars upfront to save Leo and clear the debt. No cheating, no feelings, no pregnancy. Just a year of acting.” Silence stretched on the line, only broken by the distant sound of Mia shuffling on the other end. “Mia? Say something.” “Ten… ten million dollars, Elara? To marry him?” Her voice was stunned. “This is the most ridiculous, soap-opera nonsense I have ever heard in my life. The sheer arrogance of that man, using you like that… I want to track him down and scratch his eyes out.” “I know! That’s what I did! I told him he was a piece of calculated garbage, a

He let out an incredulous laugh, feeling an overwhelming sense of absurdity and irony, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. “So the daughter you suffered so much to give birth to, the child you spent half your life raising, has been calling another woman her mother and helping that hypocritical father lie to you?” Cordelia nodded and said nothing more. Her throat burned, and she could no longer bring herself to continue. Elias laughed bitterly. “Felix Ward really wants to have it both ways, doesn’t he? He’s spent five years pretending to be dead. He’d better hope that lie doesn’t become the truth.”

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

“They all looked nice. I couldn’t decide.” “Then pick all.” “No.” “Why?” What kind of question was that? Seriously. I learned closer, lowering my voice. “Because we should save money.” He chuckled, facing the staff. The staff returned with a smile. “My wife wants only this,” he said. “I bought others last week. She hasn’t opened them.” Liar. Professional liar. How was he so good at it? Had he done this with a lady before? “Alright,” the staff said. “I’ll have this packaged for you, sir.”

I mean, I was investing so much in the deal, who wouldn’t be excited at a seven hundred million funding” “One question,” the bald one raised his hand like a middle schooler. “What about the rumors going on about you?” “Like?” I crossed my legs, my eyes staring hard at him. “That..um…that you are involved in underground crimes and that you married your brother’s wife” he said the last part, scratching his head. “There are no roots to the first, and she was never his” i hissed, remembering how she had carelessly burnt herself in the kitchen yesterday. The look she gave me was of pure hatred, as if I had ruined her life.