The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife Novels & Stories

"Yes stepmother. She answered her with a smirk. There was a knock on the door. Riley's father came in and said, The Knight family has arrived; are you ready, honey? He looked at his beautiful and gentle daughter and continued, Riley, are you sure you want to get married to Bruce Knight? Riley looked at her father. Yes, father, I want to. The Knight family is the wealthiest and most valued family in New York. The only direct heir, Bruce, was disfigured and made crippled when he was kidnapped 15 years ago. Since then, Bruce has not appeared in front of others. He was rumored to be cruel, ugly, and terrible, and every woman sent into his house did not come out alive.

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

Maybe he has his reasons. As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

After I freshen up, I would sort for something to eat. [BREAKING NEWS: The Hideous Crippled Billionaire's Wife is rumored to be barren and unable to provide an heir. Mr. James Wellson is in search of a good wife material in both kitchen and bed…] “What?” I held the handrail and stopped in my tracks, my jaw dropped in shock as I gradually turned to the television. Barren?! Have we had sex before? Why did he publish such news? Wait, what's going on? Another marriage? I rambled with words as I rushed up to where I had kept my bag and brought out my phone.

And that was before accounting for her inevitable indulgences. Because surely—surely—the wife of a billionaire would not live modestly. Women, in his experience, did not. They wanted handbags, shoes, dresses—entire collections, if given the opportunity. Some demanded entire boutiques cleared for their amusement. Others escalated further—cars, jewellery, extravagance without end. And he had obliged. Not out of affection—but convenience. A week or two of amusement, and then he was done. A simple exchange. Predictable. Disposable.

But tonight, amidst the glitz and glamour, I sensed an undercurrent of tension, an invisible threat lurking in the shadows. Unbeknownst to us, a rival billionaire, Charles Blackwood, vying for Alexander's power and wealth, had hatched a sinister plan. He had hired a seductive spy, Isabella, to infiltrate our lives, to seduce me and extract valuable information that could be used as leverage against Alexander. We were pawns in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and the stakes were higher than ever.

Kathleen trailed off for a while and she gulped down saliva just one second from my imminent snap. "...Russell Walker is desperate for a wife. I don't know why, but my instincts tell me that it has something to do with Jeffrey Walker. Maybe it's something that relates to Mr. Walker giving Russell Walker a condition to emerge as the CEO of Tyler and Walker Corporation, which in this case is that he finds a wife in the space of one month. This is crazy right?"

"Emily, it's not how it looks" "How could you, Ness?". "It happened all too fast. I swear everything literally just happened yesterday. I can't give you the details but…..this isn't exactly a most conventional marriage. I can't give the details I'm sorry". I feel so embarrassed about my family's dilemma and what it has come to for us. I absolutely would never share that piece of information. Emily peers into my face. "Is he the Mafia?". She whispers. I laugh at that point. Damien might be filthy rich and obviously influential but no, I don't think he's a member of the Mafia. Or is he?

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*