Romans & histoires The Billionaire Unwanted Wife

She recoiled, her heart racing, taken aback by the force of his response. Neil took a step toward her, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Ivan Anderson is not a billionaire, Alysha. He's almost a trillionaire," he spat, the words hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. Alysha’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible as the realization sank in. The man she had unknowingly given her heart to was not just wealthy—he was beyond comprehension. But Neil wasn’t done.

Francisco wanted to kill someone in anger. "What do we do now? Let's go before the property management department finds out," Isabela suggested. On the other hand, Martin and others are afraid to speak out because they are afraid of what might happen. This place is so scary that even his son Marvin, a self-proclaimed millionaire didn't dare to look like a fool when he first came there. The Evergrande villa is a place that only billionaires own. A millionaire will not last long in this place. Although Marvin's one million annual salary seemed like a lot of money to the average person, Martin knew very well that it was no more than a penny in the eyes of the Villar family.

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

William frowned and asked as he collected the legal papers from me. “It’s… uhm… just check” the man stammered in reply. William sighed and brought out his phone, with a few taps he suddenly froze and his face went from confused to angry. I got curious watching them get so worked up and agitated so I walked closer and peeped on William's phone. What I saw made my eyes widen in disbelief and shock. There were pictures, pictures of me and William from earlier today, even one with my son. And the headline read: William Carter, billionaire and CEO of the Carter real estate caught in a scandalous affair with a stripper, plans marriage with her after getting her pregnant.

I pulled out my phone and showed her the picture of our marriage certificate. “Dorathy, meet my husband. Adrian Blackwell.” Silence. Dorathy stared at the screen, then looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. “Adrian Blackwell?! The billionaire? The Ice King of Blackwell Enterprise?” She slapped both hands over her mouth. “Elena, are you fucking insane? You married the most terrifying man in the country out of spite?!” “He gave me a domestic contract, so I tore it up in front of his chief butler, claimed his master suite, wore his designer shirt as a dress, and crashed his international investor meeting with diner food.”

Everything had been planned out. He had done his research and found out the billionaire’s wife had a history of running off without notice. This wasn’t her first disappearance. Sammy’s plan was simple: once he got the money, I’d vanish too—just like the real Mrs. Edwards. That way, no one would ask questions. People, including her husband, would just assume she had returned to her usual hide-and-seek lifestyle. It all sounded clever... but terrifying. My mind was full of questions. What if the billionaire was abusive? Controlling? Cold? Because honestly, what kind of man would make his pregnant wife run away when she needed the most care?

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

She never wanted their wedding anniversary to be this big but her husband wanted them to celebrate it in a grand style because of his status as a Mafia Don. He is also a multi billionaire, and a very popular business tycoon in Germany. He is a handsome man with sexy features. Many women want to have him on their bed. Hailey stared at their wedding frame that was hung in the sitting room for decoration, and forced a bitter smile. "What have I done to deserve this," She asked, with her voice cutting through the thick air as the tension in the room grew stronger. "You have done nothing wrong Hailey, you are just not fit to be the don's wife." He replied coldly, staring at her with disgust.

I also ended up getting a stranger pregnant. “I’ve told my secretary to arrange the paperwork. You’d have to get married to her in three days.” “I won’t get married to anyone besides Sally,” I said, gritting my teeth. How could he not understand that Sally was the love of my life, and I saw no future elsewhere outside of her? “And you know what I did to your brother, didn’t you?” How could I ever forget how he’d dishonored Isaac and stripped him of his rightful inheritance in less than a week… just because he’d refused to marry the lady he’d chosen?