The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

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

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.

Her stepmother's voice was low and she could barely hear anything from her. "I don't care, mummy. I will marry the stranger. I thought he was just from a wealthy home but have you seen him? He puts celebrities to shame. Where am I supposed to get someone handsome and wealthy to wed? It's as if you are giving her everything on a gold platter. I thought you didn't like her.'

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

That too to a rich dude according to the papers He read the headlines again, "Wife of billionaire king of the underworld" He scoffed at the phrase, "king of the underworld" and didn't really pay him much glance as his eyes were fixed on Bella, she was beautiful before but now she looks even more beautiful and elegant, she was the most obedient and quiet girlfriend he has ever had and he missed her, he never thought he would but damn, with her looking so hot, he felt like having her again and also have a bit of her billionaire husband money

A deep menacing voice suddenly resonated around the area. “Why the hell would my billionaire wife need starting capital from you?”

When the woman’s husband spoke, the woman smiled triumphantly. “Don’t embarrass yourself, dear. Weigh your wallet and see if it can compare to ours,” the woman mocked. At this moment, the man wearing the gold necklace walked toward his wife. Corinne was livid. She could see that the woman in front of them wasn’t from any well-known family either. She rolled her eyes. How could the weight of her money compare to theirs? She was Corinne Velasco! “If you want to have such power, get some real money, dear. I know you’re just a burden to your family. A freeloader!” the man teased.