Novel & Cerita The Billionaire’s Fake Wife

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.

Stand tall, don’t let anyone diminish you. “Girlfriend?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes, anger bubbling. “I’m not his girlfriend. I’m his wife.” My voice trembled, but I stood my ground. The old woman laughed so hard she wheezed, wiping tears from her cheeks with the rag in her hand. “His wife? Oh, darling, and I’m a billionaire disguised as a housekeeper. Spare me your delusions.” She raised the duster again, swiping toward me like I was dust she wanted to sweep away.

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

I kept hearing his words: “I need a fiancée.” Who says things like that in real life? Zara thought it was the most exciting thing she’d ever heard. “You’re kidding,” she said when I told her everything. “A billionaire wants you to be his fake fiancée? Girl, that’s not a job; that’s a movie deal!” “It’s insane,” I said, pacing the room. “I can’t just pretend to marry someone. What if people find out?” Zara grinned, sipping her coffee. “Then they’ll find out you’re rich. Problem solved.”

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How lucky was I to have a billionaire husband, even if our relationship wasn’t perfect? The look on her face, Serena’s shocked, bitter expression when she realized I was no longer the shabby beggar she wanted me to be, was priceless. I could still see her eyes narrowing, her fake smile trembling as she searched for a way to drag me down again. She couldn’t stand seeing me clean, dressed neatly, and living well. So, of course, she brought up the debt. I sighed, brushing away the crumbs on my hand. How did we even get here? One moment we were like sisters, inseparable and the next, she had turned into my sworn enemy. Was I cursed to always end up alone?

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.

Sophia’s breath caught in her throat, a wave of suffocating embarrassment and horror washing over her. Tristan turned back to Ronan, his dark grin widening into a predator’s smile. "A married billionaire whose 'devoted wife' of several months hasn't even let him touch her," Tristan laughed darkly. "The board is going to love reading that leak in tomorrow morning’s papers... unless, of course, you plan on proving to the world tonight that your marriage isn't just a complete, fake business transaction." Without waiting for a response, Tristan turned on his heel and walked down the corridor, his arrogant laughter echoing through the vast, silent mansion.

Her smile disappeared. She answered. “Hello?” A man's voice came through. Calm. Deep. Controlled. “Miss Lin.” “Who are you?” “My name is Gu Yichen.” Lin froze. The name was impossible to misunderstand. Gu Group. The billionaire CEO. One of the most powerful businessmen in Shanghai. “Why are you calling me?” “I'd like to meet you.” Lin frowned. “Why?” “I have something to discuss with you.” “What?” There was a brief silence. “You'll understand when we meet.”

Then she could actually have part of a family that was truly hers beyond the pretending. She was getting too far ahead of herself. She needed to real it back to getting her work projects done and convincing the world that she had won the heart of one of the sexiest wealthiest bachelors on the planet and he had won hers. She decided that was going to take a lot seeing as she didn’t think she was good enough to be a billionaires wife even if he had black mailed her into it. Who would believe that she should be with him?