The Billionaires Unkissed Wife Novels & Stories

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

she uttered. What could that surely be? "Alright, I'm listening," I said. I watched her take a breath after the other with the other work colleagues' gazes landing on her, her lips slowly parting. "How did you and the boss, I mean, Mr. Alexander Knightbridge, know each other? I heard you're married to one of his friends, who is one of the famous billionaires and business magnates." She blurted, only to silence her mouth afterward with her palm placed covering it.

he said casually while walking upward, and for some reason, my eyes unconsciously followed his every movement as he climbed the stairs, slowly trailing from his broad shoulders down toward the hand resting lazily against the rail. If only Malcolm Grayson knew how much he had unknowingly blessed my eyes ever since I started working for him because truly, one thing nobody could ever deny was the fact that the man was extremely handsome. Immediately after that thought crossed my mind, I mentally scolded myself. What exactly are you thinking, Imogen? That man is married. Although he truly did not look like someone’s husband because everything about him screamed emotionally unavailable billionair

"Elise? What are you doing here at 9 p.m. with your tote bag? Did you and your poor husband fight? Did he finally leave you because you are too poor?" Elise burst into tears. "He is not poor!" "What?" "He is not poor, Sophie! He is a billionaire! Britain's richest man! Chairman Blackwood! £98 billion! He lied to me for 73 days! He owns my building! He bought Dior! He... he..." Sophie dropped the baby bottle. "Billionaire? Your husband? That quiet guy who wore Uniqlo? Billionaire? Elise, did you hit your head?" Elise showed her the Wikipedia page, the photos, the news articles. Ethan Blackwood spotted with mystery florist wife at Claridge's.

He never knew she was the mysterious shareholder behind the name Vittoria Moretti. But he knew nothing else.To him, she was simply the woman who had arrived at the gala with an impressive position in the company. She stepped down from the stage as another group of shareholders moved toward her.Richard watched them surround his eldest daughter.The same daughter he had once dismissed as insignificant. Tonight, they were all fighting for her attention.

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

Julian read the headline: "EXCLUSIVE: THE BLACKOUT WEDDING. Sources confirm billionaire Adrian Whitmore and Arabella Ashford were officially married two days ago in an ultra-private, highly secured location in the Hudson Valley, completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate." The phone in Julian Vance’s hand felt suddenly hot and heavy as the bold text of the headline flashed like a physical blow. ...completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate.

The woman continued in a cold tone. "A contract marriage with the CEO of Knight Group." Emily's mind went blank. The CEO of Knight Group. Everyone knew his name. Alexander Knight. The youngest billionaire in the country. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. But also known as the most dangerous man in the business world. Emily swallowed nervously. "This… this must be a joke." "It's not." "If you marry him for one year, you will receive one million dollars." Emily’s heart almost exploded. One million. Her father's surgery would be nothing compared to that.

It didn’t take long before the crowd recognize who the two are after they took a pic in front of the massive Christmas tree with the large crowd as witnesses. “Is he Tyler Barns?” “It’s his wife, right?” “What’s her name again?” “Althea? Wait, let me look it up—” “It’s really them!” “Who?” “The youngest billionaire in the city who gave his company to his wife—!” “Wha—he’s hot—” “Go, go, let’s ask for a pic—” “I was the first one who—” “Move it—!” “Let m—” It was pure chaos.

right when a title filled the screen. The billionaire's next conquest? The screen went back to the studio in a close up to one of the hosts, which made reading her lips much easier. "The Brownings are famous for keeping a low profile. The young heir even more so than the rest of his family. The billionaire who was known for his diversified and flashy flames, which very rarely lasted, ranging from tall blonde models to red headed actresses. His love life has been a secret to the press. But very recently, there were numerous rumours about his relationship with an unknown brunette who looks very different from his previous partners. The woman's identity is still unknown, but sources say that sh