Novel & Cerita The Billionaire’s Fake Wife

she scoffed at the thought of that. "Oh, it occurred to me that you don't have a good memory". She walks around her in circles . "Let me remind you, I'm Daisy Campbell; Milo Kai Anton's wife. What is he again...?" She tapped her index finger at the corner of her lips. "Ye...yes, I heard is a Billionaire. I heard he owns Westwood city". Elleney stared at her in a daze, but she didn't stop. She continued "...it can be safe to say that he is a robber, probably a kidnapper because...".

"Yes stepmother. She answered her with a smirk. There was a knock on the door. Riley's father came in and said, The Knight family has arrived; are you ready, honey? He looked at his beautiful and gentle daughter and continued, Riley, are you sure you want to get married to Bruce Knight? Riley looked at her father. Yes, father, I want to. The Knight family is the wealthiest and most valued family in New York. The only direct heir, Bruce, was disfigured and made crippled when he was kidnapped 15 years ago. Since then, Bruce has not appeared in front of others. He was rumored to be cruel, ugly, and terrible, and every woman sent into his house did not come out alive.

she explained and I nodded my head in relief. The lady didn't say anything else, she adjusted back into her seat and I took my eyes out of the window. “I am going to act like Julianne Crawford, I am going to loot from the Crawford. They have so much and wouldn't notice if anything goes missing. I am now a multi-billionaire’s daughter-in-law and I'm going to act as one. I am no longer Quiva Jones a pickpocket, but Julianne Crawford.” Chuckling at my thought, I rested my head on the backrest and closed my eyes, inhaling the cool breeze.

“Anna’s boyfriend will be there. If you don’t bring a fake boyfriend, Bob wins.” “But if I do bring a fake boyfriend, Peter, that’s his name, right? He will just know he doesn’t work at AmeriCapital.” “No, I don’t think so. AmeriCapital is huge.” “I hate lying. I just won’t go. I don’t owe Bob anything.” Nina had raised her glass to clink it with mine. "You sure don't. You're beautiful, smart, sexy. Take the world by storm. Don't waste another minute thinking about that loser," she encouraged me.

She shifted her glasses uncomfortably and sighed again. "Well, we could work something out. The other lady isn't here, but you are, so yes, we can work something out. All you have to do is disguise as Dominique Wilkins now, till I change the paperwork. And you must not tell a soul, okay?" Dominique threw her hands over the old lady. "Thank you so much. I promise to be punctual and diligent too. And also, no one is going to know, okay? Trust me." she winked at the old lady.

replied the man with a tone as if he fully expected it. "What would you think if I told you that I'm going to get married? I need to do a wife casting" the dark-haired man commented lightly as if nothing had happened. "A wife casting? What the hell are you talking about?" he spoke with a strange voice "For God's sake, what do I have to do with that?" The man's voice already sounded a bit rude. "Please, it's not a joke. I need to get the best women in this community, even if they are foreigners. Better if they are, I wouldn't understand them at all and we would have the best fictional relationship"

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go

Rose couldn't afford to expose the truth just yet. Ryan’s grip on Bella’s hand tightened as he struggled to focus. “You’re…my wife?” “That’s right, sweetheart,” Bella purred, shooting a triumphant glance at Ivy. “Your wife, Iris.” Mrs. Rose, sensing she was losing this battle, stepped forward. “Ryan, honey, listen to me. This is Iris, your wife,” she said, emphasizing Bella's lie to appease Bella’s threat. “Ivy’s just upset, that’s all. But she’ll come around.”

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

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!}