The Billionaires Unkissed Wife Novels & Stories

I picked up my hairdryer and resumed drying my curly hair as Alissa sang loudly on my bed about how amazing she was as a friend and that Friday was going to be the best birthday I'd ever had, which I highly doubt. These billionaires better send some good-ass gifts or I'm fighting Alissa. By Wednesday, 6 Billionaires had sent a gift with a card or just a card saying sorry they missed my birthday or something to seem sympathetic. One of them sent $100 a card. "See I told you it would work, you buzzkill. There are only 3 more billionaires left to end a card or gift," Alissa said shutting the front door after collecting yet another gift, this one coming with synthetic flowers.

She fantasies but my attention moved from her to my phone as it kept going off. I was getting tons of messages from friends and family and I was confused about what was going on. “Everything okay?” Evelyn asked but my eyes were glued to the link of the video which Fiona had sent to me. BILLIONAIRE, CEO OF WILLIAMS INDUSTRIES, CATHERINE WILLIAMS, WAS SPOTTED AT THE AIRPORT WITH TWO KIDS WHO SEEM TO BE HERS. Is the billionaire married or did she have the kids out of wedlock? Isn't that a cute family trip about to take off?

She had a one night stand with her ex's Uncle, a very ruthless billionaire. ‘What have I done!!’ She screamed fearfully in her head, she was doomed. “Ocean.” He called gently breaking her from her trance, Aliyah immediately sprang to her feet, took a few steps back, she bowed slightly in greeting to the billionaire who only stared with amusement dancing across his features. “Take your seat dear.” He said, the endearment reminding Aliyah of their night together… she quickly shut out those thoughts. She slowly obeyed him, Wilson entered, he placed a big brown envelope in her hands, holding the envelope she looked at the billionaire who only stared back at her with fascination dancing in his ey

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

As if the woman lying in pain wasn’t his wife. Hazel lay there on the cold floor, surrounded by scattered clothes. The maid wanted to help but was afraid of Xander. The pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She looked at the ceiling, her vision getting dark. How long can I endure this? she thought weakly. I am the Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife. I have everything money can buy, yet I have nothing at all. No love. No respect. No care. But even then, she was still holding on. She was still hoping… maybe… just maybe… one day, he would look at her and see her worth.

"I am going to back you." "Clara..." "Do not say no yet. I am offering a partnership, and I will be clear about what I want, because I refuse to spend two years being quietly generous and then be surprised when you feel small about it." She counted on her fingers. "One, my lawyers. Not my father's, mine. They will eat a city planner alive. Two, trucks. Blacks Holdings has forty-one, and eleven sit idle on Sundays. Three, my name." Isabella said nothing.

It also proved to Maybelline that she needed to stop taking things easy, she had to step up her game because there was no way that she was just going to watch everything they…she and her dead husband had worked for just fall by the wayside. Maybelline who is known amongst Billionaires and CEOs as a dangerous strategist plotted her plan. To get that leech Vivienne out of Arlo's life, she knew she needed another woman in the picture, someone with everything to lose, everyone who she could use and control, some with no single penny to her name. She needed someone who would be puppet, her pawn in this game. Someone beautiful and charming enough to get her dumb son Arlo to fall in love with them

In the penthouse, Margaret sat on the sofa with a glass of wine and a tablet in her lap. The screen displayed various news articles about Clarissa and Daniel that had been circulating since the night before. A thin smile formed on her lips as she read headline after headline. Blackwood Family Reconciliation? Model Clarissa Sterling Hints at Reunion with Billionaire Ex-Husband What Is the Status of Daniel Blackwood's Marriage to His Second Wife? "Good," Margaret murmured as she kept scrolling. "Clarissa has finally done something useful."

I didn’t like how confident she sounded. “You do know the shares of R&H textiles are only dependent on your good public image.” “What do you mean?” “Simple…” She paused, as if to make me more tense than I was already becoming. “What do you think the public would do when they found out how badly you treated your late wife?” Isabella Yang. The reminder of her left a bitter taste in my mouth. “We both know I didn’t do anything. You did most of the work.” “And you, what did you do?” I stood back and watched her being bullied and finally pushed down those stairs, which caused her to go into early labor.

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”