The Daring Billionaire's Wife Novels & Stories

It must have left a hole in his pocket. Ethan sighed and stopped before they entered the villa. He turned Amelia to face him and said while holding her arms. "You're my wife. The money I make is for spending on you. Don't worry… I'm a billionaire for a reason. It means I have a lot of money. Plus… I'm not entirely dumb… this place will generate tons of profit so it's an investment too." He said and claimed her lips once more. He seemed to be addicted to her lush lips.

Advika felt happy that her husband agreed with her because this is her. **A handicapped wife of the richest billionaire of the country.** ********** ********** Let me know your thoughts about my book in the comment section. With Love, Author The Cloud.

“Christ, Christ, and Christ. Congratulations boo. Well, I cannot believe it. Wait, I am sorry. You are Christiana Tiger Kelvin now. So, tell me how it feels to be a billionaire’s wife. How does it feel to see bigwigs visiting your manor every day? Tell me about the model of cars he owns. Your place must be a luxurious penthouse. Tell me how it feels to look at the whole city from the top. You must even have a private jet to fly. Am I wrong?” She bombarded my head with her nonstop questions and inquisitiveness to know everything at the spot of the moment. For the first time after my wedding, I realized that getting hitched to a billionaire was probably a big thing. Huh! I tittered at the way

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!

How come she didn’t save it in her account ? Where did she get all that money? Yes, she is the wife of the a business merchant who owns a food factory and own most of the top restaurants in the north and even in Lagos, but she is not working ... She is just his wife ... I hope Dhikrah did not steal the money... I don’t want to get mixed with her dubious character... She sighed again and she remember the pregnant who had just left the store... Oh Allah, I want a baby too... She had thought getting pregnant would be easier but now she knows better.

“I need you to do something for me. Something dangerous.” Her eyes narrowed. “Dangerous?” “You have to pretend you don’t know anything,” I said, swirling the amber liquid in the glass. “Stay close to him. Just like before.” Her gasp filled the room. She pulled away from Bella, her hands shaking as they fell into her lap. “Stay close to him? To him? The man who killed my husband and my baby? The man who almost killed Bella?” Her voice rose with each word until she was nearly yelling. “You think I can just sit there and…”

I did. A fake one, stretched just enough to please the cameras, not enough to reach my eyes. Without another word, he turned, rolling himself forward. I followed beside him, each step careful. Together, we moved past the doors of Valemont Hall. A couple stepped forward almost immediately after we entered the hall filled with people. “You must be Liana Dakota,” the lady said. “I’ve heard so much about you. You’re stunning in person.” “Truly,” the man next to her which I assume was her husband added. “Logan’s a lucky man.”

“To Emma Davis-Blake… may her fall be louder than her rise.” I didn’t raise mine. I didn’t need to. Because in my mind, I’d already started writing the headline. Billionaire’s Wife: What Is Emma Hiding? Only, we had no idea what she truly was hiding. And how the moment that truth came to light— Everything we planned would fall apart. Because some rises can’t be undone. And some women? They were born for fire.

He reached for her hand, his fingers clamping around hers with a firmness that felt more like a claim than a gesture of chivalry. The moment they stepped onto the carpet, the paparazzi descended like a swarm. The air filled with the relentless strobe of cameras, and a barrage of questions rose above the din. "Is this your wife, Mr. Dominic?" "We never knew you had such exquisite taste, given the models you’re usually seen with!" "Does your wife have a status of her own?" "What family is she from? Who are her people?"

She was sure of it. “And then what? I let you mark me and then I can’t even mark you because of your stupid wife?” “Then mark me…” he replied. “Ooohhh. That’s new. So you’ve given up on Camilla… your dear wife?” the woman asked softly.