The Billionaire's Replacement Wife Manhwa Novels & Stories

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

"Good. Because I definitely enjoyed mine last night." Heat floods my cheeks. He laughs again and disappears toward what I assume is the kitchen. Leaving me alone in his bedroom with tangled sheets and the lingering scent of sex and his cologne. This is my life now. Fake wife to a billionaire. Partner in revenge. And apparently, his occasional bedmate. How did I get here? I think about the woman I was six months ago. Pregnant, hopeful, believing Julian's promises. That woman would be horrified by this. But that woman also let Julian destroy her. Let him define her worth. Let him decide she wasn't enough.

"Why do you look so sad? You should be proud, you’re about to marry someone like me. Imagine, you once ruined my wedding… now you’re the bride." "Should I be happy about that? I'm marrying a billionaire, so what? You’re probably just going to make me miserable," I said bluntly. His eyes narrowed, and he stood up. "I’m interested in getting to know you better, Miss Del Vega. Don’t worry, I won’t make you my servant. The truth is, I just need to marry you so I can receive my father’s inheritance." "So after the marriage, I’m free?" I felt a glimmer of hope, but it faded instantly when he shook his head.

But today, right in front of her, she's seeing her give someone the love she deserves. Ashley left years back; she did replace her after she was asked to marry him by his father for the compensation he thought she deserved after saving him from a ghastly accident. Layla was employed as a maid for the family. Time went on, she got closer to him, and they developed a good relationship with Nolan until his father proposed marrying her, seeing how well they got along. Nolan was asked if he wanted to marry her, and he didn't reject the proposal. It didn’t take long, less than a month, before his true nature began to surface. Since then, their marriage has been a difficult experience for her.

The words slipped out quietly without me even thinking and Julian’s fingers paused against his phone and there was this unrecognisable emotion in his face. “He built everything I have,” he answered after a moment. “Cross Industries started with him.” “And your mother?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My mother loves power and herself more than people.” Well. That explained literally everything. My eyes drifted toward my reflection in the glass and I barely recognized myself anymore. Designer clothes. Luxury penthouse. Fake marriage. Media scandals. Hours ago I was arguing with hospital billing departments and eating noodles in my apartment while grading exhibition proposals. Now I was standing

The man who had carried her out of that blood-stained warehouse, who had sat with her through endless nightmares, who had fallen in love with her when she had nothing but borrowed clothes and a name that wasn’t even hers. He stood on the terrace one quiet afternoon, hands shoved deep in his pockets, the city sprawling far below like a reminder of how small he suddenly felt. Liviana was laughing with Aria over some gardening project on the far side of the terrace. The two women had become inseparable, their sisterhood blooming bright and fast, filling the penthouse with a warmth that Marcus was genuinely happy to see. Liviana looked radiant in one of the new dresses Adrian had insisted on buy

It's armor. "He carries all of it," Sebastian continues. "The company, Father's expectations, the memory of who he used to be. And now he's carrying a marriage to someone who isn't who she claimed to be." "I'm trying to help him." "I know. I can see it." He studies me again with those perceptive eyes. "That's why I'm telling you this. Because you're not like the others. You actually care." "The others?" "There was someone before. Isabelle. She wanted the money, the status, the ring. Loved the idea of being Mrs. Laurent." His mouth twists. "Until she found out the company was in trouble. Then she sold stories to gossip sites and disappeared with a banker from Connecticut."

I had bought the pill, taken it and hopefully killed the ‘bastard’ inside me after the breakfast and decided to get along with my day like nothing had happened before. I went to get my favorite coffee. “One cup of cappuccino and a mega burger.” I ordered before finding a table to sit and wait in. My idle mind returned to Rowan Donovan, it was hard for it not to. Rowan was a king around these parts, came from money, lived in a castle, has servants. ‘The king of North-hill the tabloids called him. He was powerful, rich and super influential that it was hard to ever come across him. Oh but I did, and gave him my virginity.

Sienna rolled her eyes and continued to read over the contract. “Good. Oh, and I expect your bed to be empty, as will mine. You will be my wife, and I see no other woman worthy to sleep next to me. If you have anything to add or wish to change, write it on the last page.” The billionaire added as the car came to a stop. He looked past the waitress and out of her window; the apartment she lived in looked like a dump. Windows were smashed, and trash was scattered across the floor. The building itself was beginning to fall apart, and Declan wondered how people were still living here. Surely that was a danger. “What if I refuse your offer?” The waitress asked and looked at the billionaire, that