The Virgin's Billionaire Fiance Ella Miles Mga Nobela at Kwento

despite our differences in social status, she's always been by my side, and we've grown so close. I nodded once. “Yes Mila, Adrian Blackwood.” Mila let out a slow breath. “Okay. Wow. That’s… wow.” She leaned back against the plush seat, crossed her arms, then leaned forward again like she physically couldn’t stay still. “I leave you alone for one interview and you come back engaged to a billionaire sociopath?” “I’m not engaged.” “Marriage contract,” she corrected. “Which is as a matter of fact, worse.” "I didn't sign it though"

"Demn, I can’t wait to see the look on Elara’s face. She thinks she can come back here with a kid and win? I’ll make sure her brat is nothing but a footnote in Charlie’s history." "What about the doctor?" Silas asked, his eyes narrowing. "He’s handled," Lydia dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "He wants that five million-dollar bonus too badly to talk. Seven days, Dad. In seven days, we’ll be at that gala, and I’ll be the woman carrying the future of the Vane empire. Elara can have the debt I’ll have the bloodline." She looked at her reflection in the gilded mirror, her eyes cold and triumphant. She had cheated her way into Charlie's bed, she had cheated her way into his heart, and now,

Muttering to herself, she said, “But Ella… you think marrying a poor man means a good life? No matter how capable or rich you are, you’ll still have to give in—to him, to his family. Haha… Ella, it’s only right that you can only live like this.” A fellow inmate asked, “Who’s this Ella you’re talking about?” “Heh… who else? My ‘sister’ with no blood relation, who makes me look like the fool all the time,” Piper replied bitterly. “You mean that Ella Hart who won that Paris design award?” the inmate asked. “Yes… that’s her,” Piper said with a bitter laugh. “But isn’t her husband… Sterling Corp’s CEO, Tiesto Sterling? You’ve heard of him, right? The head of the Sterling family in Elaris—he can s

Her nails were gold tipped, her braids were freshly done, and she smelled like mango body butter and judgment. “I was halfway into my skincare routine. That serum cost more than my GPA.” “And I was halfway into a dream where I married a man with two passports,” chimed in Liana, flopping onto the bed beside me like a Disney villain in pajamas. Her silk bonnet was still on. Her sarcasm never slept. “Wake me up for the apocalypse or a Jace Carter kiss. No in betweens.” “She did kiss him,” Sophia said smugly, already perched at the foot of the bed like this was a royal court meeting and she was the queen of chaos.

Of course, she’d landed another rich man, another perfect chapter in her charmed life. After dropping Milla and Ben at school, I spent the day distracted, my mind spinning with worry about our finances and envy I couldn’t shake. Ella always came out on top—first Marcus, the billionaire heir, now Shawn Hayes, another tycoon. Me? I’d married Theo, loyal but broke, now jobless, dragging us into hardship. It wasn’t fair, the way her life glittered while mine crumbled.

“I’m not following you. I just… I wanted to talk. You’ve been… different lately. Distant.” My jaw clenched. “Different? Yeah, I’m different. I’m different because I’m not your Chloe anymore. I’m not the girl you think you know. I’m someone else. Someone’s fiancée, actually. Someone very important.” He blinked. “Fiancée? Wait…are you really getting married to the Wolfe family?” I exhaled, trying to steady myself. “Jake Wolfe. Billionaire. CEO. Not someone you know. Not someone you can even imagine. Yes I will be his wife very soon.”

"Mum, you know that Jacob is not even in New York as we speak! He went on a business trip and still has a week left before he returns! But I will call him right away and ask him what this is all about." "Forget it!" Her mother scolded her. "How did I not see it that you were the useless child?" Ella was taken aback by her mother's words. "What? What did you just say?" Margaret scoffed. "Just take a look at Blaire! She is a billionaire! Also, rumors have been circulating that she's dating a trillionaire! That McConnell boy! You said it yourself that you saw them together." "Mother, you don't actually mean that--"

, she finally reveals and my jaws drop, a gasp escaping from my mouth. "Myeloma. We can't save her. That is why she begged Valentina to marry you. She wants to see your child before her time is up. Mother has just a few months to live according to the doctors. Telling you that marrying her will give you the license to get the construction company is all but a lie. You can get company whenever you want it but Mother chose her because you were betrothed when you were little. Her mother and ours are friends. Valentina seemed to be the only option. Giving you a chance to bring in another woman will break the betrothal vows and also give room for gold diggers. We do not need them. What we need is

"Ella will beg for me to take her back. She'll beg to come home with me. I know it." As the meeting concludes, I notice a thunderstorm brewing outside the office and make my way out to Miss Cates. "Please contact Ella Reina, the woman who was in here earlier," I start, trying to act nonchalant with my secretary. "I'm going to find her some property and send a check." A check that's fifty million dollars should be enough. She'll be back in no time. "Mr. Wickham," the woman starts, wringing her hands repeatedly. "She left with another man today."

"It happened... quickly." Elena's smile dimmed slightly. "I bet George is livid. One minute he's throwing you out, the next you're on the arm of one of the richest men in the country." She leaned closer, voice dropping. "How did you two meet? Everyone's dying to know." "At a gallery opening," I replied, sticking to our rehearsed story. "Six months ago." Elena's perfectly groomed eyebrows rose. "Six months? But you were married to George then."