The Billionaires Abandoned Wife Novels & Stories

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?

He never knew she was the mysterious shareholder behind the name Vittoria Moretti. But he knew nothing else.To him, she was simply the woman who had arrived at the gala with an impressive position in the company. She stepped down from the stage as another group of shareholders moved toward her.Richard watched them surround his eldest daughter.The same daughter he had once dismissed as insignificant. Tonight, they were all fighting for her attention.

‎ ‎She looked at him carefully. ‎ ‎“What will you do?” ‎ ‎His eyes darkened slightly. ‎ ‎“I don’t defend territory.” ‎ ‎Pause. ‎ ‎“I expand it.” ‎ ‎Her heart skipped. ‎ ‎Somewhere in the financial district, executives at Blackridge were likely celebrating early stock dips. ‎ ‎Confident. ‎ ‎Patient. ‎ ‎But they didn’t know something yet. ‎ ‎The billionaire they tried to destabilize had just stood publicly beside his pregnant wife— ‎

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

"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.

She smiled so widely and she suddenly couldn't feel the pain in her body anymore. “That woman was actually the one who chased those people away!” Wilma's voice roared. Silence followed after. The huge smile on Margaux's face slowly vanished upon realizing what was going on. “That's true, Hendrix. One of the servants came crying to Dad, asking to take her in because your wife fired her for no reason. You can go to our villa and ask her personally!” Her mind went blank as her face turned grim. She didn't know there used to have servants and cooks there at all. And she was actually wondering how a billionaire like Hendrix won't have even just one in his villa!

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”

I hadn't even told her that the DNA result was out already; I wanted to keep her in the dark until I figured out what I wanted. As I dismantled the fleet of stairs stealthily, my sister's scream almost sent me falling down the few staircases left. “You did it!” Laura screamed with so much enthusiasm. With my hand clutching my chest, I retorted, “You scared the hell out of me.” “Who is the billionaire's wife to be?” Laura screamed. My mother came out of the kitchen with mittens in hand and said, “Pollen is the billionaire's wife to be.” “Who is the billionaire's wife to be?” Laura shouted even louder this time around.