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

Hello guys, Thank you so much for your unwavering support. It's a blessing to have you guys. I want to share the details of my new book with you guys. This will be a sequel to 'Billionaire husband's pursuit for his ex wife' This will be the story of Theo and Nina's son. This is the story of Asher Morrison and Aria White. 'His substitute bride'

Chapter 164 Sasha's POV While Sienna and her husband were going through their own problems, I was also going through mine with my husband. I just discovered a shocking truth. I had been married to my husband for a few months now and everything seemed perfect. We were in love and I thought we had a strong foundation of trust. But, I just found out that my husband was the son of a billionaire.

I slid in, smoothing out my dress as I sat, then he joined me, closing the door gently behind him. The cab pulled away from the curb, revving into the highway. I glanced at Baron, my heart seemed to swell with admiration of the kind man I was married to. Not many rich people will think about repaying a poor old man for his help. Most tycoons will trample on the poor fella not minding that he went out of his way to help them. “You never cease to amaze me, Baron. You are always ten steps ahead like you are all-knowing. You are so amazed to think about repaying him. I feel honored to be your wife.”

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

"Hey, baby. How was work?" I'd put the folder on the counter. Watched his face change. "It's not what it looks like." "It looks like corporate espionage." "It's business, Damien. You of all people should understand business." "I understand you used me. Used my feelings to steal from my company." He'd shrugged. Actually shrugged. "You're a billionaire. You'll make it back. I needed the money. Vance offered me ten million." "We were getting married." "And? Marriage is just a contract. This is just business." He'd smiled then. The same smile that used to make my heart race. Now it just made me sick. "Don't be so emotional about it."

"Well, those into it as a business know better unlike some of us that do such with one man year to year." He laughed hard, "Stick to your husband now that you have him. Those girls out there aren't joking." He wasn't supposed to tell me because I know but he won't believe that his son starves me at times because of too much work. I never knew that marrying a billionaire wouldn't be all that rosy.

“I want to get a job.” “You quit your last job so you could marry me, and now you want to go find another one? Does that make sense to you, Crystal? Make it make sense.” I knelt in front of her and gave her a wicked look. “You shouldn’t be working, my dear wife. That’s one advantage of marrying a billionaire. So suck it up and have fun. Watch me make your life hell. And don’t even think about taking revenge on me. You’re too weak for that. I see right through you. I can snap my fingers and make you cry. Imagine if I clap my hands—you’ll be shattered.”

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

she blurted out. “You quit your last job just to marry me, and now you want to find another? Does that make any sense to you, Sienna? ”I knelt in front of her, giving her a wicked look. “You shouldn't be working, my dear wife. That’s the 'perk' of marrying a billionaire. So, suck it up and enjoy the show while I make your life hell. Don't even think about revenge; you’re too weak. I can snap my fingers and make you cry. Imagine what happens if I really try.”