The Billionaire's Replacement Wife Manhwa Novels & Stories

Ken's mouth opened as he tried to understand why his girlfriend's, no ex girlfriend's face was on television. He watched with shock and amazement as they announced the recent wedding of Gina to the mystery man whose name was Henry Thorn, and their seemingly perfect honeymoon in the Maldives. The screen then showed a portrait picture of both of them, and Ken had to clean his yes properly. He couldn't believe she was the same person on TV, and if he hadn't noticed the scar on the outside of her left leg he might have laughed at the uncanny resemblance. However, that was definitely Gina in the red dress and subconsciously, he squeezed the remote so hard till he heard a crack. How could Gina hav

Flores's hefty body collapsed like a pile of mud, drenched in sweat from head to toe. Crystal had already collapsed to the ground, still in shock. Wait... what did he just say? Nelson Family Group... CEO's wife? That devilishly handsome man, is he the legendary wealthy Keith? And the pregnant woman is his wife? No! No!! How could this happen?! If the people she offended are them, then she... is truly... finished... Crystal's face turned pale as ashes. She couldn't care less about her dog being choked to death in an instant. Because the next one to die would be her...

When the woman’s husband spoke, the woman smiled triumphantly. “Don’t embarrass yourself, dear. Weigh your wallet and see if it can compare to ours,” the woman mocked. At this moment, the man wearing the gold necklace walked toward his wife. Corinne was livid. She could see that the woman in front of them wasn’t from any well-known family either. She rolled her eyes. How could the weight of her money compare to theirs? She was Corinne Velasco! “If you want to have such power, get some real money, dear. I know you’re just a burden to your family. A freeloader!” the man teased.

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

I mumble a quiet thank you and proceed to take a bite from the eggs. "These are really good," I moan in between bites. Mia grins "I know I did make them after all," she says, causing me to roll my eyes. She was never one to be humble. I guess it was more of a Sinclair thing than a Mia thing. I don't think anyone from that family fully understood humility as a concept, except their mother, of course. Unlike most spouses of the Sinclair household, Avery wasn't born rich. She found a job as a secretary for Xavier's father and fell in love with the brooding CEO of Sinclair's Enterprise. It was a love story as old as time.

SOPHIA An Immaculate Deception. The internet was on fire with headlines. “Please, SHARE A KISS; I tell you, Ricci Russo and his hot wife Sophia are the definition of romance!” “A contemporary fairytale—billionaire sweeps wife off feet.” “From a shrewd businessman to the most loving husband—Ricci Russo shocks the world. The photos that went along with the headlines made me sick.

How lucky was I to have a billionaire husband, even if our relationship wasn’t perfect? The look on her face, Serena’s shocked, bitter expression when she realized I was no longer the shabby beggar she wanted me to be, was priceless. I could still see her eyes narrowing, her fake smile trembling as she searched for a way to drag me down again. She couldn’t stand seeing me clean, dressed neatly, and living well. So, of course, she brought up the debt. I sighed, brushing away the crumbs on my hand. How did we even get here? One moment we were like sisters, inseparable and the next, she had turned into my sworn enemy. Was I cursed to always end up alone?

She read it. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the grey sweater and she read the headline and she felt the specific quality of something you have been managing against for thirty-seven days arriving anyway, arriving in the specific form you had imagined in the dark at three and four and five in the morning, arriving not as the feared possibility but as the accomplished fact. BILLIONAIRE FOOLED: BRIDE SWAP SCANDAL. Her face. Victoria's face. Side by side. Someone had done the work.

“We’re married for convenience, not conversation. Keep your first name for your personal life, if you plan to have one.” And just like that, he stood, buttoned his jacket, and left. I stared at his untouched toast, the butter melting into a soft puddle. Somewhere in my chest, something small cracked. If this was marriage, it was colder than the betrayal I’d already lived through. The mansion was huge enough to get lost in, and I did, more than once. Every hallway was lined with expensive paintings and antique vases that probably cost more than I’d ever earned in a year. The maids moved like shadows, silent and efficient. They bowed but avoided eye contact, as if I were another piece of expen

But he didn't feel the burn. He couldn't breathe. His heart completely stopped beating for a second. The woman on the TV screen... the new billionaire boss of the Rathore Empire... the powerful woman who just declared war on his company... It was Kiara. His boring, poor, rejected wife.