The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife Novels & Stories

There's no reason to feel bad about the whole situation. Gosh, who would have thought that something I only see in Korean dramas would happen to me in real life? It's crazy, right? I was just a normal, boring, struggling medical student in a foreign country, trying to juggle school and part-time jobs. But then one day, life decided to give me the biggest plot twist ever! A crazy but good looking --- not to mention good smelling, ehem! --- young billionaire offered me 10 million pesos to act as his wife!

“Ten million. Cash. No police. No lawyers. No press release this time. You wire it to the account I send tomorrow. Or tomorrow night every major blog in Nigeria and the US gets the full file dump. Billionaire Alexander Voss Bought Silence From His Baby Mama. Imagine the headlines. Imagine what it does to Theo’s book sales. To Nia’s patients. To Kai’s career. To Amara’s academy.” Elena closed her eyes. “You won’t do it,” she said. “You’d destroy yourself too.” Another cough. Wet. Painful. “I’m already destroyed. I have nothing left to lose. You still have everything.” The line went dead. Elena sat on the kitchen floor, broken teacup beside her, phone hot in her hand. She didn’t cry. She didn’

“Well, I don’t recall. But that’s going to be a difficult promise to keep because I don’t know how else to express my love.” “Caring for me? Being nice?” “That’s not enough. I am going to spoil you at every given opportunity.” “You are so impossible, Shawn. I’m literally the prodigal wife here, but I am the most pampered in this household right now.” I chuckled, “prodigal what?” My wife shrugged. “I ran away; you all found me. And instead of being mad at me, I think I’m loved even more.” “It’s so beautiful to see, honestly. But I wasn’t expecting anything more tonight!”

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

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.

Goals, right? But then the man cheated because his wife was pregnant. His excuse? “I also have needs, love. I’m so sorry.” Like, what the hell? He prioritized his lust over his family. How shallow is that? He couldn’t be satisfied! Didn’t he understand that his wife was pregnant and about to give birth, so she couldn’t yet? Men! They can be so infuriating. Tsk! Red flag! The female lead left him and raised the child alone, far away from the father.

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.

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”