Novel & Cerita The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

he told her, emphasizing on the word, while he opened his laptop again, and continue to surf the net. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I know I’m not the love of your life and you shouldn’t care about my feelings, since this marriage was just a truce between our two families. But mind you, Mr. Dimitri, I am your wife and I deserve to know and get worried when a new woman interested you other than myself,” she said in a fit of anger, while Dimitri banged the table, causing her to scream in fright...

Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade? 'It's been months since Mrs. West is seen by the media. She might be around seven months pregnant but still rocking those purple pumps and black maternity dress. It's quite a mystery that she's trying to hide her obvious baby bump when she's spotted by our camera. Not only the bump proves she's pregnant, what with the baby clothes and supplies on her hand together with Ms. West. It was almost a ridiculous sight. A billionaire's wife rushing our of a baby shop!' The female reporter pathetically laughed at my wife that I have this sudden urge to go inside the television j

"Please Amelia, I beg you, I've never asked you for anything, and I also know I've never treated you well, but please, help me out here, just this once." Jenner pleaded. Amelia's back was turned to her, she was in deep thought, what Jenner was asking from her is something she just can't do, she knows her mother and father will definitely kill her if they find out. Jenner was supposed to be getting married tomorrow, their father was owing a rich billionaire, and since they couldn't pay their debt, the man has decided to take Jenner as his wife.

She was Alisha, not Alissa. " I am going back home. Your father-in-law is out of the country for a business trip. I need to manage the company. Don't be afraid. Now you are the wife of Jacob Williamson.." She tries to cheer up. But Her voice sounds strange but Alisha doesn't care though.

I was thinking it was going to be something easy and smooth but seeing who I was married to was just so frustrating. He was the same billionaire who the Italians had tagged as the ruthless , aloof billionaire. The one who didn't give a fuck about what an employee thinks of him. The same billionaire boss who sacked anyone at his own pace just because of a little issue, the Playboy himself, and trust me girls fought to have him by their sides. He was the same billionaire I had tried making love to at the stripping house but was rudely pushed off his body for reasons best known to him. "What have I gotten myself into? Why didn't I ask for his picture when she had offered to show it to me?" I he

"Really? Is Mia short of money? Wasn't she known as a wealthy heiress herself? This can't be true!" "Oh my gosh. Mia is my goddess! How could she do such a thing?" "Wait! Wait! Haven't you noticed the main point? Mia is already married! She married Charles Smith, the president of Glory Group! Her husband is so rich! This news is definitely fake! It must be defaming Mia!" Mia’s fans spoke up at the right time, "That's right! Mimi comes from a wealthy family. Both she and her husband are so rich! Any woman would know who to choose between Charles and Alexander, right?"

He said nonchalantly. My mouth gaped open. Was he serious? "I know this is a lot to ask," he continued, "But you're the only one I can think of. You're intelligent and capable, and you look like you can get a job well done. Also now that we have…history together." I shook my head, my thoughts racing as I opened my mouth to say no but he beat me to it. Ethan leaned closer, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I'll pay you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ninety million dollars. For one year. All you have to do is be my wife."

The long silent journey was over as we reached my penthouse, Like the gentleman I was, to secure the curiosity of anyone that followed us, I opened the door to pick her up, carrying her in my arms, her cheeks flushed with red… how smitten she fell for me. I took inside,climbing the stairs then dropping her at her room, already arranged for her. “That’s enough acting for today, get some rest” I said, letting her know this was all fake. She only nodded but her body language said something different, she was amused and confused. I turned back to set things straight” “Olivia” I said, she hummed, her eyes finally facing me. “This marriage is purely but a play, you are only my wife on paper, you h

SOPHIA An Immaculate Deception. The internet was on fire with headlines. “Please, SHARE A KISS; I tell you, Ricci Russo and his hot wife Sophia are the definition of romance!” “A contemporary fairytale—billionaire sweeps wife off feet.” “From a shrewd businessman to the most loving husband—Ricci Russo shocks the world. The photos that went along with the headlines made me sick.

I stared, but he cut me off. “Enough of this,” he growled. “You know, if I were you, I would remember your place, Cassandra.” His voice was stern, threatening. “YOU were the one who insisted on marrying ME. You saw dollar signs right from the start. My mother was right about you. She’s always been right. You’re a trophy wife. Nothing more. You want my money? Go ahead! Spend my money. Go to Greece, or France, or Bora Bora. Clear your head. Just stop being so dramatic.” I trembled with rage. Trophy wife? The sheer audacity! I’d married Jordyn out of love, not for his money. How dare he? I was just about to tell him this when a hand reached over and took my phone.