The Daring Billionaire's Wife Vanessa And Dominic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was a draft article—headline bold at the top: Dominic Voss: Billionaire’s Rise Tainted by Scandal, Betrayal, and an Ex-Lover’s Lawsuit I scanned it, heart pounding. Fraud. Insider trading. Illicit payments buried under old business ventures from his early years. “Is this real?” I whispered. He didn’t answer. That was an answer. Vanessa crossed her arms. “You never told her? Or did you think it wouldn’t matter once you got bored?” “I’m handling it,” Dominic growled. “You don’t handle a story like this. It handles you.” She turned to me again. “He told me I was different too, you know. Until I wasn’t. Until I knew too much.”

Behind her stood Tristan Vance in a formal black suit, radiating the unwavering presence of someone who served as both her legal and physical shield. Vivienne slowly closed the distance between them, ignoring the wide-eyed stares of sympathy from the other customers inside the shabby café. She stopped directly in front of the plywood table where Dominic sat in despair. With the icy gaze of her round eyes, colder than the deepest frozen polar ice, Vivienne swept her eyes across the handsome face of the man who had once been her husband, now shadowed by trauma. "A place perfectly suited for a former billionaire who has lost his family's throne, Dominic," Vivienne hissed, her voice slow, husky,

She was looking beautiful in her cream dress. Nicholas got tired of waiting, and she brought his phone out and started scrolling through it. No news platform had carried his wedding because it was a private one, but he was sure that come tomorrow, that would be all the news would carry. A hush fell through the crowd, and Cameron tapped Nicholas. "Holy shit, Nik." Nicholas looked up, wondering what had made his friend react like that, and as he looked around, he met what had caused him to react like that. Walking into the hall was his fiancee—no, she was now his wife.

Damian had destroyed my phone so I was completely cut off. A black van arrived and Damian came to untie me, but my hands were still tied. I collapsed on the floor, my strength gone. Damian carried me and dropped me in the car as the driver sped away. Few hours later, the car stopped in front of a grand mansion. The driver honked and a young man opened the gate. As we entered, Damian untied me. He pulled me out of the car and we went inside. It was beautifully decorated, befitting of a billionaire.

She hugged all of her children again, and Nicholas too with tears in her eyes. "I love you Nicholas," Astra said as they were on their way to the airport, to enjoy two weeks of their life, and to celebrate thier five years in marriage and up to thirteen years in love. "And I love you Astra," Nicholas said to her. Astra had come quite a long way Nicholas, from being dazzled by the billionaire, to loving him, getting pregnant, getting divorced and somehow finding their way back to each other. It had been a ride. A very long and turbulent one, but she would do it again, she would go through all that she had been from the beginning if it was sure that at the end, she would still be this billiona

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.

CHAPTER ONE Adele heaved out a heavy sigh as she stepped out of her black Audi and gazed up at the villa standing tall before her. That was the residence of the Dominicks, who happened to be the wealthiest family in the nation. They owned the largest business conglomerate in the country named Dominick Co.

When she looked up to see the tall figure, only then she noticed it was Nicholas and not some other guy. “Hi, Mr. Dominic. I thought you were at the company. I know you must be busy. Did this bitch make you do any work for her? She is not a nice woman. She killed her husband who was terminally ill and has been gaining sympathy from almost every guy she meets. Don’t believe her.” “Oh, and I should believe a criminal like you?” asked Nicholas harshly.

Mia asked. "Come on, Mia. We were coursemates." Cara laughed softly. "I remember that little apartment of yours and you running to work after classes. Honestly, seeing you here is surprising." Mia remained silent. "Don't misunderstand me," Cara continued. "I'm actually impressed. This summit isn't for ordinary people. The guest list alone is terrifying." This place is filled with people who move markets." Her eyes swept across the room. "My husband and I practically live on airplanes now. We have penthouses and villas in different countries , and a house on the coast that we barely even use.

"You spent the entire evening letting every pathetic billionaire in Manhattan look at what belongs to me. You let Marcus Sterling try to put his filthy hands on you. Since you clearly forgot who owns you the moment you stepped into a crowded room, I’m going to remind you behind closed doors." "I didn't let him do anything!" Vivian snapped, backing up until her spine hit the hard, cold stone of the kitchen island. The terror in her chest was matching the frantic, wicked heat pooling deep in her stomach. The note in her pocket felt heavier by the second. *Dominic Vance is lying to you.* "I was playing the part you paid for! If people look at me, that's your fault for buying me a dress that lea