The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife Novels & Stories

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

she replied and Rico nodded. “Tell me her story, what happened to her?” she asked. “You know that isn't allowed.” “I can ask around and know by the end of today,” Olga replied. Rico sighed and hesitated a little before speaking. “She was the wife of a billionaire in New York City.” “What billionaire?” Olga asked, paying full attention. “Our old friend. Bryan Hart.”

I looked at her briefly before we shaked hands. “I really loved all your ideas regarding our school affair. That's a very smart one, Mr Adrian must be lucky that he has a beautiful wife like you.” She expressed, her teeth popping as she smiled heavily. “I'm lucky too to have him. I'm so sorry my husband couldn't make this meeting but I'm sure he will come for the next one.” I remarked, squinting my eyes while I struggled to lie continuously. “We acknowledge the fact that he is the biggest billionaire in this country but then his daughter needs him. After his wife there's been so much change in that child.” She voiced with concern, I could see the sincerity in her face.

"What is it?" At first, Nathan remained silent. He just flipped the phone so she could see the headline flickering on the screen. Her heart ceased beating. Billionaire's Wife Caught in a Web of Lies: Was Money Always the Main Focus? Anita breathed quickly and shallowly. Harry had taken action. And that was just the start.

Keeping the cup down, she stares at the news with her eyes wide in shock. Her pictures was there on the front page. The pictures of the shoot that day...their wedding and some others which were taken randomly. She grabs the remote and puts on a news channel , to only get up from her seat and stare at the lady blankly. "The youngest billionaire in town , the only heir of Lockwood industries. Ethan Lockwood ties knots with a sansational beauty." "Mrs Vivian Lockwood. His beautiful wife is none other than the step child of the infamous business tycoon Roman Klein."

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

Aaron nodded he left. After some time I was standing alone, I was feeling so tired if I close my eyes I was afraid I can open them again. I looked down at the ring on her finger. I am now Mrs.Rose Patterson the great business tycoon, Aaron Patterson's wife. This is my new identity but I am happy at least I am not Anderson anymore. My so-called family is busy entertaining their guest. I feel someone come and stand beside me. I looked at the figure who stand next to me.

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

The daughter she had carried out of a house thirty one years ago with nothing but the clothes on her back. The daughter she had raised in this kitchen. The daughter she had given a warning to while a small girl sat on a wobbly stool. The daughter who had walked into a restaurant one afternoon and found a man in a white shirt who had looked at her for two seconds and looked away first. The daughter who had kept the vow. And married something far greater. She looked at her. "I told you never to marry a billionaire," she said. She looked at Charles. She looked at me.