The Wife Of The Billionaire Novels & Stories

"I heard he already got married, but I don't know to whom. He has been manipulating the media to hide his wife" "I wonder who's the lucky woman. With more than five hundred billion dollars net worth and more will be coming from the new alliance, that woman will be showering with billions of dollars" "She doesn't need to work nor lift a finger to get what she wants. She is a billionaire. I envy whoever she is!" Listening to the discreet conversation around, the man turns to Lexie with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Emma, do you really have to go through with this marriage?” “Try to understand,” she said softly, but there was a calculating undertone in her voice. “I wasn’t born to work tirelessly or be a confined housewife. I want to enjoy life, and to do that, I need to be with a wealthy man. I want to live in luxury, dine at the finest restaurants, wear designer clothes, adorn myself with jewelry worth thousands of dollars, travel in style, and experience new adventures…” Emma eagerly listed her desires, her eyes gleaming as she envisioned the opulent future ahead.

Aaron nodded he left. After some time I was standing alone, I was feeling so tired if I close my eyes I was afraid I can open them again. I looked down at the ring on her finger. I am now Mrs.Rose Patterson the great business tycoon, Aaron Patterson's wife. This is my new identity but I am happy at least I am not Anderson anymore. My so-called family is busy entertaining their guest. I feel someone come and stand beside me. I looked at the figure who stand next to me.

I pause for a moment, "twice. Your husband locked you up, your daughter was shot, and she'll probably hate you when the sedative wears off." She looks at me, stunned. "Actually, your life should have adrenaline. You're the First Lady of the North American drug trade," I continue. "It must be hereditary, you know, your mother was boring too. I think your daughter only has electricity in her veins because of Tyler. He does have adrenaline, you should have seen him in adolescence, he was a great conquistador..." "Are you serious you're going to keep going?" she stares at me, irritated.

Edward said with a smile. “My daughter-in-law, Mommy has bought a very large number of baby clothes and baby bags for your future child. Mommy bought it for eight hundred million dollars,” said Mrs. Jane Alexander, Tiffany's Mother-in-law. Tiffany welcomed the many gifts that kept coming with a smile of happiness. Being the wife of a successful billionaire makes her used to getting goods worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Suddenly, Rosalie Alexander, the second child of the Alexander family, came crying. “Rossalie, why are you crying?” asked Mrs. Jane.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

Married to a billionaire, her mother could make one and a half million pounds disappear without noticing. "You may come by any time you like, Furina," said Antoine Vauclair, her mother's billionaire husband, with a warm smile. "It would delight your mother. She spends so much time alone in this big house." He spared a loving glance for his wife before turning back to his stepdaughter.

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

So 'Do' was his name? Perhaps he was Chinese? "He’s inside, ma’am. He’s been waiting for you," the housekeeper replied. "Thanks. Menchie, come," Mama urged, and we stepped inside. I had not expected the interior to be this breathtaking and expansive. I wasn’t sure why I was still astonished. After all, in my former life, this had been the standard of our home. "Your boyfriend is incredibly wealthy, mom," I remarked in admiration. "Just fortunate," she answered lightly.