روايات وقصص ضمن The Billionaires Abandoned Wife

I turned the TV on, a mob of reporters gathered around a building while the guards try to ward them off, but they are unshaken. I looked at Ryan El expectantly for some explanation because I had no idea what I was looking at. She pointed to the screen, and when I turned back I noticed the family surrounding. “Oh Lord,” I whispered. “What happened?” She shrugged as if she had no idea either. “I have no idea, but it was a hassle for me to get in here with the way they were hoarding the entrance…” As she said, I noticed something that startled me, the headline. ESTRANGED BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE MOVES INTO RIVAL’S PROPERTY.

“He reportedly abandoned her after she discovered his infidelity, coinciding with the reappearance of his ex-girlfriend and at the moment, we have no confirmed details about the said ex.” My jaw clenches, this is insane. “Not only did he fail to honor his part of the agreement, but sources claim that Miss Bella and her sick mother were left with nothing forced out without support and their current whereabouts remain unknown.” The caster offers a polite smile. “And that’s it for entertainment news.” The video ends and silence fills my office, but it feels anything but quiet, my head is roaring, thoughts crashing into each other, anger boiling so fast I can barely contain it.

Alex sighed tiredly while he stood there, after a few minutes had passed, he took his phone out. “What's on the news today?” I pried into his screen. Alex said nothing, his thumb flipping through with interest. The latest news was still the usual. Stocks. Liquidated assets, companies going bankrupt and much more. I studied enough before I looked away. Just when I adjusted to leaning on my side of the car, something else caught my eye. HEADLINE: FORMER BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE: VERONICA HARPER CAUGHT AT A HOSPITAL WITH A BABY BUMP AND A NEW MAN.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

It wasn't as if they couldn't take their leave, but everyone was curious, wanting to know how everything was going to end. Probably they have heard about brides abandoning their grooms on their marriage day, but the groom abandoning his bride on the marriage day was something that rarely happens, but right now it was about to happen, and it wasn't just about to happen to any ordinary person but to Sarah Jones, one of the richest billionaires in New York City, and this wasn't a scene one would afford to miss. Meanwhile, Xavier sat at a corner in the church, his facial expression calm as if nothing was happening.

"Wife of the late billionaire Emmette Nash. I ran away with my lover after my husband died. He's a murderer, and I want nothing to do with him. I renounce every share, every property my husband left me, and I want them transferred to Abigail De Ronte, the rightful owner of Nash Corps." Her hollow tone and the rehearsed words sent a chill racing down my spine. Before I could blink, the phone was snatched away, the video gone. Abigail’s entourage tucked it out of sight as if erasing the evidence from existence. "You already have everything settled then. I should take my—" I turned again, only to find the men closing in, their bodies forming a wall. They crowded together, herding me backward un

“Kenny wants us in the fabric room in five minutes. We’re reviewing some samples.” Lena nodded. “Thanks, I’ll be there.” As Abigail walked away, Lena reached for her sketchpad, flipping through pages as if it could distract her from the ache sitting in her chest. She had never asked to be in this position—married to a billionaire, envied, hated, and now openly threatened by someone with power and influence. All she ever wanted was to work hard, protect her family, and make something of herself. But here she was, pretending everything was fine while inside she felt like a glass on the edge of a table—one nudge away from breaking.

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*