The Billionaires Unkissed Wife Novels & Stories

The tears, once symbols of despair, now reflected a cleansing process for emotional renewal. "Come here." Alexander whispered to his wife as he opened his arms for an embrace. As they continued to console each other, the room now appeared to be warm and calm. Alexander and Elizabeth emerged not weakened but stronger, their emotional bond now held in the authenticity that only shared discussions could bring. As the echoes of their quiet conversation lingered in the air, the couple, united in their journey, found comfort in the shared understanding that, even in the realm of billionaires world, the true riches lay in the unguarded moments of the heart.

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

He stopped as he realized what he’s saying. I hung on to what he wanted to say. “I’m your… what?” I tried to look him straight in the eyes but he immediately avoided it. He can’t look at my eyes directly. “You’re invited here‘ cause you’re my personal assistant, remember?” It was swallowed. Ay! The beauty of being the personal assistant of this billionaire. Are the benefits of a personal assistant this great? Included in this big event, there is a free dress, sandals and necklace from her!

Everyone was happy except the two of us. Lexus who was in front of me didn't speak. He doesn't want to, does he? Because come to think of it, how will our lives be? How can we live with each other? We don't even know each other very well. They both congratulated us. I just smiled. But somehow I felt relief that he was the one I would marry. At least our family knew each other. And…. Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

Casually, he wraps his arm around my waist, a silent proclamation that I belong to him. With a deep sigh, I address my friends, "Guys, this is my husband, Shraf Sinclaire." The revelation hangs in the air, and a collective gasp sweeps through the group. I can almost feel the weight of recognition, knowing that Shraf, as the richest business tycoon, is a name familiar to everyone on the beach. Shraf offers a small, charming smile to everyone, his jet-black hair falling casually on his forehead as he nods in acknowledgment. Despite shaking hands with each person, he keeps one arm tightly wrapped around my waist.

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

Her teasing expression was replaced by something serious. “You need to see this.” Isla took the phone. Her brows furrowed as she read the headline plastered across one of London’s biggest business tabloids - “Lucian Blackwell: The Ruthless Prince of Power. His secrets from the Past Emerge Just Weeks Before Wedding to his ex - wife.” There were many photos of Lucian from years ago wearing those sharper suits, his colder eyes, flanked by security were paired with sensational captions: “Insider reveals how Blackwell crushed rivals in his rise to the top.”

But the ache in my chest called me a liar. My phone buzzed in my apron, snapping me out of it. A text from Jake: Check TMZ. You’re fucking famous. My stomach plummeted. I slipped into the break room, hands trembling as I pulled up the app. The headline hit like a punch: Mystery Billionaire Drops $100K on Necklace at Greenwich Charity Auction—Who’s His New Flame? The article was pure TMZ gossip: “Last night at the swanky Greenwich Country Club, tech billionaire Justin Drake made waves with a $100,000 bid on a sapphire necklace for a mystery woman in an emerald gown. Insiders caught him getting cozy with her on the balcony, but who’s she? A new lover or just a passing spark? Stay tuned!”

The blonde woman touched Ruby's shoulder. "No, I'm not. I was thinking. Whether I should go back to Boston or not." Ruby smiled, picked up the glass, and slowly sipped the champagne her friend had filled. "Oh my God! Is it true that this billionaire already has a son? How could he keep it a secret? When did he get married? Crazy is crazy." A woman's shocked voice took center stage from the other end of the table. It didn't escape Ruby's attention either; she was also curious about who was being talked about.

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