The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife Novels & Stories

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

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.

Immediately her eyes landed on the headline, Sharon gasp, and quickly use her hands to cover her mouth. "The disfigured billionaire wife has been inflicted with illness, and is currently barren." Cakey read out in bewilderment. Sharon's eyes got caught of something else, and she clicked on it. "The supposed twenty-five Billion reserved with the Central bank…?" Cakey trailed off. "Sharon, what is happening? You need to hurry and call your husband." Cakey said, and she nodded. Sharon ruffle her hair, thinking of where to go next. Cakey grab her hands, and they walk to their dorm.

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”

Her first round visit took her to the private room of the young, new wife of a well known older billionaire who owned a slew of casinos all over the country. She was a retired actress who was still as beautiful now as when she was working. She'd recently put to bed. According to rumors, this was the eighth child of the Billionaire from three different wives. There'd been a few complications after the birth that made her have to stay a while in the hospital. Once she arrived, the hospital started buzzing with whispers. Everyone wanted to know what would make a beautiful woman like her settle for such an old man and retire from acting at such a young age.

I have too little energy to cook the number of meals I want to eat. Should I order something for myself? I'm not sure I have enough money to order food. With disappointment, I glanced at my phone. Who will believe that a famous billionaire's wife is hungry on the very next day of her wedding? Sadly, he is not in this house to answer my question of why, despite his wealth, he didn't have any servants. I have no idea where he disappeared, leaving me alone in this large home. At least he could tell me he was going to leave me.

I would eat them all up—Toni, Ruth, anyone he claimed as his—one by one, until the only thing left of his legacy was the taste of my name in their mouths. I reached the lobby and stepped out into the bright morning light, the addictive scent of Toni's perfume finally fading from my clothes. I had a billionaire’s wife to track down, a mistress to break, and a family to finish dismantling. The "Saint" thought he was in control, but he’d just handed the keys to the man who was already burning his house down from the inside.

Adele, The Billionaire’s Wife. She did not give up on her husband, Jamal, and they finally had their happy ending. And this bring us to the end of their love story. THE END.

Later, in retrospect, let Baird Churchil and Aries Kent go to check this matter. Sure enough, as he guessed, the warden had been cheated. "After all these years, didn't his wife know that this man was not her husband?" Ada Wood can't believe that a woman can't admit her man wrong. it's impossible not to know that the man who sleeps with her suddenly changes. "He is not a fool. He dares to sleep with his sister-in-law. In the past five years, he has never even stepped into his brother's house. The woman has visited him several times and has been beaten back every time."

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa