The Billionaires Abandoned Wife Novels & Stories

Amirat says, “you are welcome” 'Tara says, and she ended up with the phone calls, and she returned to the bedroom, she opened the vault that is in the bedroom, she brought out all the documents and she found other houses documents again but Zack's mother name was written on the document, and she called, “hello baby girl” Bibi responded, “am fine, but we have a lot to discuss today” 'Tara says, “Okay, wait a minute, I will call you back,” Bibi says and she was thinking about what to do, but she likes money and she wants to become a billionaire and lives a large life that her parents never lived,

Staring at the computer now I don't even know what to say, I scoff, definitely not a marriage of love if he looked at his wife that way. Also stated here that he is a billionaire who has wealth from investing in major shares of other companies after he founded his tech. Something brushes past my eyes and I click on the link, the accident of Katherine Anderson. It felt like my skin pickled at the sight of it and when I clicked the video, I'm watching as she is packed up in batches and the car was brutally destroyed. It was a miracle she survived, some comments had said. There was something about the way she survived, there was something I needed to know, which made it possible for me to be he

FRAMING HIS WIFE AND SENDING HER TO PRISON JUST TO BE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. *Wow! These billionaires are creepy as hell! This is all they do with their money!* *She’s indeed a queen! Thank God she exposed him.* *Honestly who did she leave him for, she should hold him tight and save other ladies from such a creepy bastard.* *So much for marrying a billionaire, haha!* *Heard he got a restraining order, lol. Y’all gotta be kidding. She should burn him!* I can’t even scroll anymore. I'M TOTALLY FUCKED.

She was supposed to be untouchable. He was supposed to be gone forever. Her husband was supposed to love her.** Grammy winner Nova Black thought she had it all—until she caught her husband cheating on live television. In a moment of pure rage, she announced their divorce to millions of viewers. But her public breakdown awakens someone from her past. **Kai Storm.** The boy who disappeared without explanation ten years ago has returned as a billionaire with enough power to crush empires. He's been watching from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reclaim what was stolen from him.

They both took a seat and Alessa sat next to Damien while Aria sat next to Aiden. “Is this what you do now? You host dumb parties and dress up fancy?” Damien asked as he looked at her. The kids couldn't hear their conversation. Alessa didn't look at him as she gave a response. She poured herself a drink. “No, this is the first time and I had no idea until it was too late to turn it down,” she replied as she brought the glass closer to her lips. “Really? If you don't know you are all over the news. Have you read the headlines? The billionaire’s ex-wife returns as a billionaire and with twins. She invested in… “

“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.”

They had paired it with a flawless image of Damien. Every angle sharp. Every line deliberate. Effortless perfection. Emily sighed, rubbing her forehead. Honestly, all his pictures were probably flattering. Men like him did not exist in unflattering lighting. The next headline followed the same cruel rhythm. "Billionaire heir picks a rejected woman." This time the photo was even worse. A groan tore out of her as she tossed the phone across the bed. She wanted nothing more than to bury her head beneath the covers and disappear. The brief rest had done nothing to relieve her stress. If anything, the weight of reality pressed heavier now.

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

When she laughed, it was not with joy but with the brittle sound of glass breaking. “They eat it up like wolves,” she said, tossing the magazine aside with a flick of her wrist. Her green eyes glittered with cruel delight. “Every headline makes her look cheaper, dirtier. And the timing oh, it is delicious. Damian is out of the city, isn’t he? Absent. Silent. That silence will speak louder than any denial she can muster.” Helena’s gaze remained fixed on one of the glowing screens. The headline blared in bold letters, Billionaire’s wife Hides a Dark Past, Secret Child in Russia? She tapped her manicured nail against the glass, savoring the rhythm like a drumbeat of victory.