The Billionaire Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

"You are smarter than I thought, Dani. I must congratulate you on your big brains!" "What are you talking about?" "You meet a billionaire. You sùck his dìck and swallow his sperms. That sweet little session leads to a rich ring. You become his legal wife. But billionaires divorce their wives all the time and replace them with some bimbo with nice boobs. You don't want to be that bitter divorced wife left with nothing but a broken heart. So you get a baby in a blink. Marriages end all the time. But babies are forever. So you trap him with a bunch of babies. That way even if he divorces you, he can still pour millions into child support every month. And you'll never have to work a day in your

he admitted, his eyes locked on the floor as if unable to meet anyone’s gaze. "We were both so young, and I couldn't resist her. But I was already married to Rose. There was no way I could marry Jessica. I was the heir to the Kendrick family fortune, and it would have been a scandal—a disgrace—to have an affair and a child out of wedlock.

That’s no joke. Only a fool would turn down an offer like this. And I’m no fool. As it is, I’m tired of my miserable condition. I can’t keep living off scraps and constantly worrying about my health. I’d probably turn into a beggar before I’m able to save enough of my salary to get comfortable. Now, I’m being offered a staggering sum to play a billionaire’s wife. Would it be such a bad idea to just... give in? I can’t help but wonder why Mr Everhart desperately needs a wife. My curiosity has just peaked. “What’s in it for you? Why are you doing this?”

"That's Damien Blackwood's wife. With the kind of money we're getting for this, we could afford any woman we want." "Yeah, but think about it," the first voice continued. "A billionaire's wife. All alone. When are we ever gonna get a chance like this again?" There was a pause, and I held my breath waiting for the response. "Besides," the voice added with casual cruelty, "she's not leaving here alive anyway." I couldn't breathe.

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

And Lucas, the man who once wished to be free of his wife, now carried the quiet, aching burden of a love too late. A love undeserved. A love that was lost… ... long before he ever called her his. Lara was once the unwanted wife—but in the end, it was Lucas who became the man most unwanted by the only heart that ever wanted him. END.

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

He came home drunk, bringing another woman with him after convincing me to stay for a few days. He did it while his daughter, who clearly couldn’t stand the woman, was in the house. And worst of all, the woman he brought home was his ex-wife’s sister. I lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling, forcing myself to face reality. I couldn't stop asking myself why I was even bothered. Why did it hurt so much? Cassian was the billionaire our company was dying to collaborate with. And I was just here to teach his daughter to open her heart.

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

"No, we'll leave together. I don't want the sleazy tabloids capturing shit about our marriage." At that, she chuckled humorlessly, unbothered by his anger. "You've done a good job painting the reality of what it is to the media already. I won't be made a clown a second time." Then she reached for her phone and ordered a cab in front of the nanny and the Stark family chauffeur who had come in a limo to pick them up. What the fuck was she trying to pull? What new scheme could she be cooking? Alessandro knew he couldn't make a scene there and swallowed his rage, watching as a small cab drove in and the new wife of the richest billionaire in America according to Forbes, entered with their baby.