روايات وقصص ضمن The Billionaires Forgotten 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

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.

By morning…The entire city knew my name. Morrison heiress returns. Neil Morrison’s daughter appears after years in hiding. The new face of a billion-dollar empire. The headlines were everywhere and Vincent Carter was about to get what was coming for him. I stood in front of the glass windows of the Morrison headquarters, the city stretching beneath me. Different view, different life. “Everything is ready,” Brian said behind me. I didn’t turn. “Walk me through it again.” “No loopholes,” he said. “No delays. By the time the market opens—Carter Technologies is no longer his.”

He commanded. I nodded my head. “This is my ATM card,” he snapped, handing the branded card. “It has enough money therefore buy whatever would make the birthday party interesting.” He suggested, I stood for a minute before I left. We left the mansion together before he dropped me at one of the shopping malls. The moment I entered the whispers increased, their eyes was all over me. I fist my hands unto the card while my legs shivered. “Aren't you wife of that billionaire that almost lost his daughter because of your carelessness?” One of the elderly ladies asked. I closed my face to avoid their glare further, our news was already in the public.

Richard and I had been together for years, and in all that time, I had never seen her hold down a job. She had always been a housewife. And for the entire five years of their marriage, Richard had monitored her accounts with ruthless precision. He’d spoken with her account manager personally, ensuring every single deposit and withdrawal was reported directly to him. Throughout those years, her account balance had never once climbed above fifteen hundred dollars. But now… one point five billion? How? The question burned in my mind. She was jobless, clueless, completely dependent— My thoughts slammed to a halt as my gaze drifted to Phil Landon.

“How are you, dear?” “I’m fine.” “Come and sit with me. I’d like to speak with you before Ethan gets home.” Mia sat beside her. “I know it must have been disappointing when Ethan cancelled your honeymoon,” Mrs. Brooks began. “Since his first wife died, Zina has been there for him. He thinks of her as family. And because Zina’s accident happened in circumstances that reminded him of what happened to his wife, I imagine it brought back some painful memories.” Mia listened without interrupting.

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

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."

A hesitation, then the man said, "Bronson, you're not going to like this. She's in Eldoria. Visiting her grandfather." "I knew that already," I snapped. "Tell me something I don't know." The man sighed. "There is breaking news this morning. It's all over Eldoria. Edmund Hale held a private ceremony. Your ex-wife… she is no longer Zephyrine Wilder." My fist tightened on the phone. "What do you mean?" "She's been legally registered as Zephyrine Hale. She's been made his heir." I couldn't catch my breath for a moment. Zephyrine Hale.

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