The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.

"That's Damien Blackwood's wife. With the kind of money we're getting for this, we could afford any woman we want." "Yeah, but think about it," the first voice continued. "A billionaire's wife. All alone. When are we ever gonna get a chance like this again?" There was a pause, and I held my breath waiting for the response. "Besides," the voice added with casual cruelty, "she's not leaving here alive anyway." I couldn't breathe.

she scoffed at the thought of that. "Oh, it occurred to me that you don't have a good memory". She walks around her in circles . "Let me remind you, I'm Daisy Campbell; Milo Kai Anton's wife. What is he again...?" She tapped her index finger at the corner of her lips. "Ye...yes, I heard is a Billionaire. I heard he owns Westwood city". Elleney stared at her in a daze, but she didn't stop. She continued "...it can be safe to say that he is a robber, probably a kidnapper because...".

Mr Arnold, ignored and did not pause for a second, he continued to eat care free without looking at either his wife or daughter. " The William family has offered us a huge sum of 5 million dollars for our princess, of course it's because she is carrying their grandchild. It will help us alot especially in our business. The other benefits are the three contracts which Mr William said he needed to talk to u about and if you won't like them, he will then offer them to one of his friends. Are we not lucky to get such opportunities? Don't you think we should speed up ... "Enough! I have had enough of àll this woman. Money, it's just money, money is all you think about! What kind of a human being

He smiled so I frowned. "You think if you read the contract you can still run away from this wedding?" he asked smiling at me now. I can't stop frowning. This is the reason why they said that he's a devil in disguise in a tuxedo. “Your sister already asks for half a billion. You think you can still manage to pay for it?” My lip was left open because of that. "Huh?" I can’t help but be surprised. Even my few years of acting have not been able to pay for that. I don’t have that much money yet! Big Sister doesn't think!

He had just talked to me for a bribe and told me to stay away from his Son. "I want to talk to you." He sneezed then took a deep breath. “I know we’re not in good terms. I'm against what you and Keeion had back then. I almost lost money back then just to stay away from my Son but you still didn't accept and you didn't tell that to Keeion so as not to get angry with me. There, you proved that you were not chasing my Son for money. But even so, I still didn't accept you because I fully thought Sydney would be better off being Keeion's wife. That is what I regret so much. The woman I thought could make Keeion better was the one who would put him in harm's way. So I won’t let that get past what