The Billionaire's Replacement Wife Spoiler Novels & Stories

Every update about her felt like another twist of the knife. Agatha, the temporary CEO. Agatha, leaning on Charles Campbell. Agatha, the picture of strength and resilience while my world crumbled. Then came the message from Manuel this morning. No commentary, just a link to a gossip website, one of those trashy ones that tracked the lives of the rich and infamous. My stomach lurched even before I clicked. The headline screamed: “Baby Bump Surprise! NexGen CEO Agatha De Rossi & Fiancé Charles Campbell Celebrate Unexpected Blessing!”

There was no way they had found out unless someone told them but was that the case or was I being paranoid? I took another breather, and the grip on my dad's arm tightened. I decided to lift my head, my gaze going straight to the altar where my future husband was waiting but my breath hooked in my throat and my eyes widened at the sight before me. I nearly halted, unable to move forward but my dad gave a little tug on my arm, pulling me forward till I was at the altar, Dad finally let go of my hand and went to his seat while I stood in front of him, Mr. Rodriguez, the youngest Billionaire. However, Mr. Rodriguez was in a wheelchair while my heart dropped to my stomach. To be continued...!

“Just like she manipulated her way into this marriage. Ask yourselves why a billionaire would marry a failed designer with a ruined reputation, unless she gave him something worth the trouble.” The insinuation landed like a slap. My face heated, and the old instinct to shrink, to disappear, rose up in my chest the way it always did around Adrian. I didn’t move. “Careful,” Damian said, stepping forward, his voice gone dangerously soft in a way that silenced the remaining murmurs instantly. “You’re talking about my wife.” “Your wife.” Adrian’s laugh cracked at the edges. “Convenient timing. A debt-ridden family, a woman freshly divorced, suddenly a wedding within the month. Almost like it was

I can’t even cry, the tears stay trapped, burning behind my eyes, refusing to fall and what finally pulls me back is Anastasia’s voice. She’s talking now, excited, animated going on about what it feels like to be married to the biggest and youngest billionaire in the world. Her voice grates against my ears and every word feels like a jab. A reminder and mockery, that’s when I’ve had enough, I grab the remote and turn off the TV abruptly, the room plunging back into silence. The silence is heavy but it’s better than having to endure that and I lean back in my chair, staring at nothing.

She now realized it was a checkmate. “You see,” I continued, my voice dropping, but projected enough for the front rows to hear, “you spent your life believing you were the architect of the Arcony legacy. But the real foundation, the original fortune, the heart of it all… was never yours. It was always meant for another. For his firstborn daughter.” The gasp that went through the crowd was audible. Caleb Thorne was scribbling furiously. Caridad’s composure shattered. “You lying little bitch,” she hissed, the words a venomous whisper. “You have no proof. Those are the ravings of a dead man!”

If only he could guess what. A news came to his mind and he took out his phone as he walked out of the elevator. He could remember the breaking news he came across online a few days ago and it was still trending. [Jacob Sylvan comes in contact with his ex wife, Blaire Quincy, who is now a billionaire and CEO of Gemma's Collection] The headline read. He immediately clicked on the news story. That was when he realized that the Blaire Ella had mentioned was truly his ex wife. He couldn't help but to wonder why Jacob had gone to see her, did he perhaps want them to get back together now that he knew she owned a fortune?

But this time—There was no trace of weakness, only calculation and intent. “Let’s see how long you keep that confidence, Adrian,” she murmured softly. Her phone buzzed in her hand. A message flashed across the screen: “All assets secured. Transfer ready upon your confirmation.” Elena’s smile deepened. Because the truth was that, the house Adrian stood in, the company he proudly ran, the life he thought was his, had never truly belonged to him. And soon, he was going to find out the hard way. That the woman he replaced, was the one who owned everything.

She opened her phone and tried to turn off her notifications, but she saw an unusually eye-catching comment in the comments section. "Only a fool would believe that Caroline's husband is a rich heir like Mr. Sorkin. Do you still not understand why she never reveals who her husband is?" Someone replied, "Do you have the inside story?" That person replied immediately, "Of course, Caroline's husband is a driver. I've seen him pick Caroline up from work more than once." "No way. Although Evans Group has fallen, Caroline's ex is the heir of the Morrison family. It's impossible for her to marry an ordinary man, right?"

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

“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.