The Daring Billionaire's Wife Novels & Stories

"That's Damien Blackwood's wife. With the kind of money we're getting for this, we could afford any woman we want." "Yeah, but think about it," the first voice continued. "A billionaire's wife. All alone. When are we ever gonna get a chance like this again?" There was a pause, and I held my breath waiting for the response. "Besides," the voice added with casual cruelty, "she's not leaving here alive anyway." I couldn't breathe.

Francisco wanted to kill someone in anger. "What do we do now? Let's go before the property management department finds out," Isabela suggested. On the other hand, Martin and others are afraid to speak out because they are afraid of what might happen. This place is so scary that even his son Marvin, a self-proclaimed millionaire didn't dare to look like a fool when he first came there. The Evergrande villa is a place that only billionaires own. A millionaire will not last long in this place. Although Marvin's one million annual salary seemed like a lot of money to the average person, Martin knew very well that it was no more than a penny in the eyes of the Villar family.

she scoffed at the thought of that. "Oh, it occurred to me that you don't have a good memory". She walks around her in circles . "Let me remind you, I'm Daisy Campbell; Milo Kai Anton's wife. What is he again...?" She tapped her index finger at the corner of her lips. "Ye...yes, I heard is a Billionaire. I heard he owns Westwood city". Elleney stared at her in a daze, but she didn't stop. She continued "...it can be safe to say that he is a robber, probably a kidnapper because...".

“Okay so you know how I’ve been talking to you guys about my dads business failing, they all nodded in unison. “Yeah so he kinda had some bad dealings with some shady people and that made him lose a very huge amount of money and it also lead to him, firing his workers as he couldn’t pay their salary for the sometime and closing down his business. So how does the marriage come to play Calvin. asked. Well as he was searching for people to lend him money to pay up the salaries of some f his workers and to be able to reopen his business again. He met Mr Alexandria Cartwright. “Wait Alexandria Cartwright., Alexandria Cartwright., that name seems familiar. I know I’ve heard it before. I just can’t

All I had to do was keep her on this path. Priya’ s eyes shot up. “Right? Why did she hide her last name? And what does the wife of a billionaire needs work for?” I leaned forward. “Most billionaires spouses are usually bored and looking for a hobby. Or some are spying for their next hostile takeover. So you have every right to be cautious!” Priya toyed with the handle of her cup. “She doesn’t look like a spy to me but then again, one can never tell these days. There is nothing stopping her from coming for my job.”

I did not know where the courage had come from but I was glad that I had taken advantage of it. She stopped typing on her laptop and looked up at me, a dangerous look dancing in her eyes. Fear struck my heart for a second but I tried to brush it off. “You’re the wife of a billionaire who ran away because life was way too perfect for her. Am I right?” She raised an eyebrow. I swallowed, everyone looked at me, waiting for me to say something. “You don’t understand. It is much more complicated than that,” I replied, standing to my feet and walking towards the TV area.

it seems Emma and my parents haven't noticed her yet and I hope it stays that way but I'm going to pay my little wife a visit tonight. "Finally," I say as I kick my heels of my feet by the door in the entrance of the house. I stumble up the stairs to my room and entered the shower. Just as I got out I heard a car come up the driveway. I look out the window and I see my husband's car. I wonder what he's doing here. I had seen him at the benefit dinner. Watched as he came in with Emma, as they talked to their parents. Honestly they make such a perfect couple. They seemed to be matching, him in a dark blue suite and she in a dress of the same color. Picture perfect, I know tomorrow they'll be o

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

Stacy said, tucking a strand behind her ear nervously as she pushed an open glossy magazine towards Dmitri. He was about to slam it shut and tell her that he didn't have time to read this nonsense when his eyes fell upon a picture that was in there. The color drained from his face. "What the..." His brows furrowed as he left what he was doing and pulled the magazine closer towards him. Is hot shot billionaire Dmitri Kaverin's wife cheating on him? The headline of the article read. And below it were several pictures of Trinity with none other than Tyler in various intimate positions.

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."