The Billionaire's Replacement Wife Manhwa Novels & Stories

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

That is about to change. “My wife needs a job. A good paying job, not very far from here,” I clarify my order. “On it and the ring is on its way. There were issues with discretely importing it into the country,” he confirms and updates me on the status of my wife’s ring. “Fine.” “I am curious. How do you plan on explaining a million dollar ring when you are supposedly poor?” he asks. He really hates this whole set-up and would be thrilled if I said I would be coming back to claim my place.

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.

"You knew. You knew it was me the entire time. When I walked down that aisle... when you forced that ring onto my finger..." "I knew the exact second my fingers wrapped around your wrist at the altar," Julian murmured. His massive frame remained leaning over my hospital bed. "Your scent, the texture of your skin, the way your heart hammers like a trapped bird when I touch you... I spent three months hunting for the woman who vanished from my bed at dawn, Maya. Do you really think I wouldn't recognize my own wife?" "I wasn't your wife then!" I cried, tears of anger and confusion blinding my vision. "You were engaged to Ayra! You were planning a multi-billion-dollar merger with my sister while

Chris wanted to roll his eyes but refused to do so. "Maeve Miller, CEO of MBC Bank and Finance and STB Corporation." Chris answered. "Heard that?" She asked mockingly. The old woman was about to attack her but Falcon who just entered the room, interfered between them and shielded Maeve from the old woman. "Oh! Chris forgot to mention something else about me!" She said making everyone's attention drawn back to her. "I am the wife of the man your family tried to assassinate," she said with a deadly glare towards the old woman.

"Always so emotional. If you're talking about your former investors, that's just business." "Business?" My voice was hoarse. "You destroyed my life!" "I offered a better opportunity." I heard the clink of glass on the other end, as if he were having a drink. "If they chose to accept it... well, capitalism is beautiful, isn't it?" I almost crushed the phone. "This is about Sophia, isn't it? It was always about her." He laughed, a deep, scornful sound. "My Sophia is... a separate matter. But since you mentioned her, how is MY WIFE?"

As we drove through the city, I couldn't help but feel like I was in a different world. When we arrived at our penthouse apartment, I was in awe. It was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. But as soon as we stepped inside, I knew that this wasn't going to be the fairytale life I had imagined. Daniel was cold and distant, treating me like a business deal rather than a wife. He explained to me that our marriage was simply an arrangement, a way for him to keep up appearances and avoid the marriage-obsessed women in his social circle.

That too to a rich dude according to the papers He read the headlines again, "Wife of billionaire king of the underworld" He scoffed at the phrase, "king of the underworld" and didn't really pay him much glance as his eyes were fixed on Bella, she was beautiful before but now she looks even more beautiful and elegant, she was the most obedient and quiet girlfriend he has ever had and he missed her, he never thought he would but damn, with her looking so hot, he felt like having her again and also have a bit of her billionaire husband money

“I thought all the girls in the file were willing to be your wife for a fee?” "I do not know, dude, but the shock registered on her face was genuine. She had no idea about the marriage and wanted to back out when she found out. I had to threaten her or risk the possibility of being jilted once again." James laughed wholeheartedly, the sound of his mirth robbed off on Cayden. Before long, the two were chuckling together. “Poor you!. No one wants to marry a billionaire like you.” James said, compounding the blow left by Tori’s abandonment on Cayden's ego and his heart.

The boss bore the pain in his groin and kicked the man hard, “Are you out of your mind? She is just playing with you. She is nothing but a mere actress. How much money do you think that she has?” Hearing their conversation, Emmy spoke up, “My husband is rich. I am sure that you have heard of someone by the name Vince Young. I am his wife, and if you let me go, I can guarantee that he will reward you handsomely.” Hearing that, the boss laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes, “You are very funny. Who do you think you are? Can someone like Vince Young get married to you? You should wake up from your wild dream, bitch.”