روايات وقصص ضمن The Billionaires Abandoned Wife

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.

It also proved to Maybelline that she needed to stop taking things easy, she had to step up her game because there was no way that she was just going to watch everything they…she and her dead husband had worked for just fall by the wayside. Maybelline who is known amongst Billionaires and CEOs as a dangerous strategist plotted her plan. To get that leech Vivienne out of Arlo's life, she knew she needed another woman in the picture, someone with everything to lose, everyone who she could use and control, some with no single penny to her name. She needed someone who would be puppet, her pawn in this game. Someone beautiful and charming enough to get her dumb son Arlo to fall in love with them

, she playfully glared at me and I burst out laughing. “Yeah, yeah, as long as I get what I want”, I told her and she stood to leave the room. “Oh, your dad is out by the way. He told me to tell you to just call him if you need anything”, she told me and then proceeded to leave the room. I picked up my phone and decided to check the news to see if there was something new and almost dropped my phone in shock. “Hottest Billionaire’s Wife, Ava Daniel,, arrested alongside her boyfriend and partner in crime, Jason Johnson, for cyber bullying, blackmailing, abduction amongst other things”.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air while I occupied the kitchen counter, wearing a cream blouse and fitted trousers, readying myself for another day at West Corporation. The television hummed gently in the background, the morning news delivering its standard mix of headlines and celebrity chatter—only this time, I was the focus. *“CEO Natalie West Seen on Date with Billionaire Ethan Sterling.”*

The man I loved was now the most hunted man in the world, and I was the woman who had helped him burn his empire to the ground. But as he looked at me, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. "He thinks he won because he took the money," Alaric whispered, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. "He forgot that I don't need a bank account to destroy him; all I need is my wife."

I was a nobody orphan from a humble background, but my husband, Ethan Sterling, was the heir to one of America's wealthiest old-money families. He defied his entire family to marry me. But as I lay on the operating table, about to give birth, he stood before me, embracing Iris, putting on a show in front of everyone. Because Iris donated bone marrow to save his mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiancé betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband.

Old ones, from the marriage, reframed in the worst possible light. The implication was not subtle either. Unfaithful wife. Disputed child. A woman who had cheated during her marriage and was now using a boy of questionable paternity to claw her way back into a billionaire’s empire. That was the story. Three hundred words and four photographs to tell it. I put my phone in my pocket. Stood there for a moment on the park steps with the cold air and the sound of traffic and the very specific feeling of something being taken from you before you had even decided whether you wanted it.

and “abandoned child with medical needs.” The headline read: "Billionaire Damien Vale’s Hidden Son Battles Life-Threatening Illness, While He Plays House with New Wife." Elena felt the floor tilt beneath her feet. The past wasn’t just knocking anymore. It was breaking down the door.

The truth was, I already knew how tomorrow would go. People loved beautiful scandals. And what was more beautiful than the story of a jealous older sister stealing a billionaire husband? The newspapers had already turned me into a villain. Tomorrow, Greyford’s elite women would simply stare at the monster in person. The thought alone made nausea twist inside me. Breakfast ended shortly afterward. Adrian rose first. As usual. He gathered his documents while Vivian continued speaking to Eleanor about some upcoming board dinner. I reached for my cup carefully, hoping to leave unnoticed.

“Everyone here knows there's no way someone like you could afford the amount of money you just spent.. One point five billion dollars? Please...." I took a step forward. “The truth is, you never intended to buy that necklace in the first place. You only started bidding because you couldn't bear the thought of my husband getting back the necklace his grandmother left for him as her final wish.” “And suddenly,” I continued mockingly, “you transformed into some billionaire genius, throwing around impossible figures as though money grows on trees.” I scoffed. “Tell me, Bianca... Where exactly did a woman like you get one point five billion dollars from?”