Novel & Cerita The Double Life Of My Billionaire Wife

That I wasn’t going to let anyone—especially Charlotte—tear us apart. --- The next morning, the world exploded. News outlets, social media, everything was buzzing with the revelation that Charlotte was alive. The story spread like wildfire, and soon, every corner of the globe knew that Damian’s wife—me—had been married under false pretenses. The papers ran headlines like “The Billionaire’s Second Wife—Lied to by His First.” And I was thrust into the spotlight again, just when I thought I had begun to find some peace. But I wasn’t going to hide. Not this time.

"I try my best." I flop back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I can’t believe this. I can’t believe any of this. One minute, I’m living my life, happily engaged and planning my future, and now? Now I’m pregnant with twins and married to a billionaire. This is like some kind of badly written soap opera." "I mean, at least it’s entertaining." Emily nudges me. I shoot her a glare. "You’re enjoying this way too much." "A little, yeah." She smirks.

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.

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

Grey I'm standing in the living room of my second mansion, with my body seething with rage. I stare down at the phone in my hand, my grip tightening around it. The picture of my wife, Caroline, Callie, and me at the restaurant is plastered all over the internet. #Grey Grand, the Billionaire CEO cheating on his wife with her fraternal twin# #He’s a cold, cruel human being# # Cheating with her twin? That’s horrible#

“Kenny wants us in the fabric room in five minutes. We’re reviewing some samples.” Lena nodded. “Thanks, I’ll be there.” As Abigail walked away, Lena reached for her sketchpad, flipping through pages as if it could distract her from the ache sitting in her chest. She had never asked to be in this position—married to a billionaire, envied, hated, and now openly threatened by someone with power and influence. All she ever wanted was to work hard, protect her family, and make something of herself. But here she was, pretending everything was fine while inside she felt like a glass on the edge of a table—one nudge away from breaking.

They had paired it with a flawless image of Damien. Every angle sharp. Every line deliberate. Effortless perfection. Emily sighed, rubbing her forehead. Honestly, all his pictures were probably flattering. Men like him did not exist in unflattering lighting. The next headline followed the same cruel rhythm. "Billionaire heir picks a rejected woman." This time the photo was even worse. A groan tore out of her as she tossed the phone across the bed. She wanted nothing more than to bury her head beneath the covers and disappear. The brief rest had done nothing to relieve her stress. If anything, the weight of reality pressed heavier now.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

Or maybe he’d just never had a woman staying with him for more than a night at a time, and he was struggling to think of anything I might need to bring with me. I hurried to my room to gather all my stuff, leaving him standing there surveying my place, and I tried not to think how cheap it must look to him. He had a fucking private jet, for goodness’ sake. I had no idea what he did for a living or if it was family money he was swimming in, but this guy was rich in a way nobody I’d ever met before was. I couldn’t imagine living the kind of life he got to on a day-to-day basis. Hell, if I asked him to sponsor my library for me, he could probably pay for a whole new wing to be added to it witho