Novel & Cerita The Billionaires Accidental Wife

I have a date today i can't do that maybe tomorrow. Alicia had spare time on her hands so she decided to update her ‘ how to bag a billionaire’ journal on Alexander Kings .She wrote ‘ the man is almost impossible to crack , seems to have no feelings and the strictest of all the billionaires she met . He seems to have no social life and is a workaholic , apart from him having no record of him having a woman on his life online there's no such evidence of him having a woman in his life in reality too._’ . She closed the journal with a thump wondering if she should quit by the way she had already had Dylan and Dimitri activity chasing her and she would probably agree to officially be in a relati

' it read. My eyes widened as I took the opportunity to open one of the screenshots. There were pictures of me and Vincent, both of us laughing and deep into conversation. Our faces were clear as day in every one of the pictures with articles already written about us. It had barely been an hour, and all of this was already out. I panicked, browsing through the articles. Most of those articles were written by writers who assumed I was a rich heiress. With that dress, who wouldn't? Luckily, most of them were focused on Vincent with outrageous headlines like: 'Is the playboy billionaire finally ready to settle down?' or 'Who is his new love?' the most outrageous one being, 'Has the playboy fina

- Please uncle George, you are the only person I can trust right now. - He nodded and said: - Riley all I know is that he cheated you a few weeks before the wedding and you wanted revenge, that is why you married Bruce, and later on you said you fell in love with him. Before the accident, you two were very happy together. he even gave you a big amount of money for you to save your father's company and we still have not returned the money, but we will. - Is the company safe? she asked. - Yes it is, thanks to him. He trusted us, well he trusted you and he invested in it. Now the company is making a profit and we are very satisfied with that. I came here to see you this evening, but I also came

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

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

If my grandfather didn't accuse her of infidelity and if I didn't believe them, maybe she wouldn't have died and she'd be right here with me today with my daughter. During the years, my grandfather arranged many women to try and seduce me. None of them succeeded. Even on the eve of his birthday party, I was drugged and set up. However, Jason was there on time to rescue me. I'd never wanted to take over the family's legacy as I had my own tech Company which I run. Being New York's #1 billionaire, my life was never private. The press intrudes and my grandfather makes it even worse by trying to force me into getting married.

And it definitely couldn't undo what she'd just done. Two months later the nausea started. At first she blamed stress. Bad takeout. Anything but the obvious. But the test didn't lie. Two pink lines stared back at her in the fluorescent light of her bathroom. Pregnant. She sank to the floor, back against the tub, and laughed until it turned into something broken. Alexander Voss. Billionaire. Stranger. Father of her child. She didn't know his number. Didn't know his real last name, Voss might have been a pseudonym for all she knew. The internet turned up dozens of Alexanders in finance, none that matched the man who'd held her like she was precious.

"I told you I didn't." "It's just that the timing is so suspicious." She tilted her head, voice carrying further now, drawing more eyes from nearby clusters of guests. "Jilted at the altar one week, married to a billionaire the next. Pregnant within a month." Her eyes dropped briefly to my stomach. "Almost like you had a plan." "I didn't plan any of this." "Of course not." Her tone made it clear she believed the opposite entirely. "Forgive me if I find it hard to believe a stranger from nowhere just happened to land herself a fortune through pure accident."

“My problem with you is that you complain and nag too much. It's always Alexander that, Alexander this. You insisted I make you my wife ,so here we are now. Mrs Laura Alexander Martinez. This is what the life of a billionaire's wife looks like. Now I hope this gets into your thick skull,this will be the last time I’ll explain to you that what happened last night was an accident fueled by alcohol and poor judgment and it won’t happen again. Now let go.” “I’m not letting go of you Alex. Not until you tell me that you have fired that bitch? She yelled without care. “ Don't expect me to believe that cock and bull story. You transferred her here without telling anyone and even praised her work in