The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife Novels & Stories

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

“Okay so you know how I’ve been talking to you guys about my dads business failing, they all nodded in unison. “Yeah so he kinda had some bad dealings with some shady people and that made him lose a very huge amount of money and it also lead to him, firing his workers as he couldn’t pay their salary for the sometime and closing down his business. So how does the marriage come to play Calvin. asked. Well as he was searching for people to lend him money to pay up the salaries of some f his workers and to be able to reopen his business again. He met Mr Alexandria Cartwright. “Wait Alexandria Cartwright., Alexandria Cartwright., that name seems familiar. I know I’ve heard it before. I just can’t

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

What was wrong with that? She didn't have any relatives. She thought she had gained new family members after getting married, but her marriage was ruined by her cousin. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart by an invisible hand, making her unable to stand up straight from the pain. "Go home. Don't make a fool of yourself on the street," Nathan, a famous billionaire in LA, didn't want to be recognized on the street by others. But when Emily's hand grasped the car door handle, Nathan said, "Take a taxi, don't take this car. Sophia will sit in this car."

Complete, ringing silence. Then a laugh bursts out of me, harsh and loud in the empty room. It's not a happy sound. It's triumphant, greedy, vicious. A billionaire. My mousy little wife, the one who could barely look me in the eye, is a fucking billionaire. And she hid it from me. All those years. The jealousy evaporates, replaced by a blazing, glorious greed. This changes everything. She's not just my wife. She's my fortune. The man on the phone is still talking. "...means if we target the company, we're targeting her assets directly. It's a much bigger lever against Sotheby. He married her for her money, obviously. Ruin that, and you ruin him."

William frowned and asked as he collected the legal papers from me. “It’s… uhm… just check” the man stammered in reply. William sighed and brought out his phone, with a few taps he suddenly froze and his face went from confused to angry. I got curious watching them get so worked up and agitated so I walked closer and peeped on William's phone. What I saw made my eyes widen in disbelief and shock. There were pictures, pictures of me and William from earlier today, even one with my son. And the headline read: William Carter, billionaire and CEO of the Carter real estate caught in a scandalous affair with a stripper, plans marriage with her after getting her pregnant.

Stand tall, don’t let anyone diminish you. “Girlfriend?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes, anger bubbling. “I’m not his girlfriend. I’m his wife.” My voice trembled, but I stood my ground. The old woman laughed so hard she wheezed, wiping tears from her cheeks with the rag in her hand. “His wife? Oh, darling, and I’m a billionaire disguised as a housekeeper. Spare me your delusions.” She raised the duster again, swiping toward me like I was dust she wanted to sweep away.

she replied casually. I scoffed, all the Stones are the same. Proud, arrogant, zero concern for anyone outside of themselves and they think that money can solve all their problems. “I don’t need your brother’s money that is why I am still working even after getting married to him.” “Oh cut your bullshit. Save this show for people that buy it. I know women like you, y’all are nothing but gold diggers.” I don’t need to take this bullshit any more, I realized, I am the wife of a fucking billionaire.

Old ones, from the marriage, reframed in the worst possible light. The implication was not subtle either. Unfaithful wife. Disputed child. A woman who had cheated during her marriage and was now using a boy of questionable paternity to claw her way back into a billionaire’s empire. That was the story. Three hundred words and four photographs to tell it. I put my phone in my pocket. Stood there for a moment on the park steps with the cold air and the sound of traffic and the very specific feeling of something being taken from you before you had even decided whether you wanted it.