Unwanted Heiress? Billionaire's Beloved の小説・ストーリー

He whispers softly, "Don't worry, it doesn't matter to me." The arrival of the scandalous news disrupts the peaceful atmosphere, casting a cloud of uncertainty over the entire family. Uncertainty turns into chaos as unknown numbers flood their phones, and the intrusion of paparazzi becomes apparent outside the mansion's gates. Lora finds herself on the phone, trying to explain the situation to the wives of wealthy businessmen. She speaks with urgency, defending Elizabeth's character, "Mrs. Benson, no, that's not true. Dominic is indeed engaged, but his future wife comes from a respectable family."

Even the police have to respect him, who dares to touch one of the richest people in the world over such trifles. Tyler Roth glanced at the girl in front of him, her figure was not bad, her face was also very pretty, moreover remembering the feeling of that night, until now, Tyler Roth is still a bit attached, like a small cat with fangs. If he had to choose a wife, compared to the stereotypical and traditional ladies, wouldn't it be more interesting to associate with this girl? Tyler Roth shrugged and decided to say directly: "You don't have to be afraid, I came here today because I have something I want to discuss with you, which can be of great benefit?"

"No, e. I just saw it now." "She's a daughter of a famous tycoon and a former actress. Unica hija is therefore the only heir. Graduated with latin honors in Ateneo. My cousin proposed to her but didn't answer. She said she already likes someone," he continued. I have no interest in the speaker's personal life. "He mentioned a name there in the magazine, e. I just forgot." It was a pain in the ass. I could barely understand what the speaker was saying because Harry was speaking next to me. If I only knew he's still that talkative, I should have avoided him.

I know no girl won't want to be the bride of a billionaire and I just need to give Cassie a few days for her to succumb to my wish, just like I had succumbed to her mother's.

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

“The rival bidder is aggressive and well-funded. They are attempting to sow distrust in the market by fabricating information about my company’s stability.” Instability caused by a secret heir and a hacker wife, I mentally supplied, moving to the coffee machine. “We need to look flawless today,” he continued, finally turning to assess me. “Tonight is the Thorne Legacy Gala. Every major stakeholder, every rival CEO, and my entire extended family will be there. Rule Two is in effect: perfection is the only acceptable standard.” “Perfection has a price, Julian,” I murmured, pouring my coffee. He raised an eyebrow. “It does. And I paid ten million dollars for yours. Don’t disappoint me.”

“Who’s going to tell them? You? The tied-up heiress who conveniently disappeared after finally being discovered? No one will believe you, Lila. By the time they even suspect me, I’ll have erased every trace of you.” “You will rot in jail Randall, I assure you,” I spat, eliciting another derisive laughter from him before he spoke again. “Now you've known too much Lila, but trust me, you've not known enough. Given that I'm a nice person, let me enlighten you a little before your last breath,” he said with a sarcasm that made my stomach churn with disgust as I looked at him. “I specifically sent Victor to lure you here so I could kill you by myself and everyone would see for themselves that the

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

Irreconcilable differences. That was all her marriage was worth to him. Three years. A secret courthouse wedding. Three years spent living as a shameful secret because the billionaire Voss dynasty would never accept a woman from her background. Because he was too afraid to choose between her and his world. Three years of eating dinner alone when he worked late, of making his bed every morning because he liked the pillows arranged a certain way, of saying I’m his wife only inside her own head because she had no one else to say it to.

The headline was in bold. ¶ BLIND ITEM: Which billionaire Alpha heir has been spotted playing house with a low-bred Omega bartender and her conveniently-timed pup? Sources say the heir recently tossed aside a high-profile engagement to a well-connected Alpha family in favor of his new... acquisition. Friends close to the jilted fiancée are calling it what it is: calculated entrapment by a financially destitute Omega who used the oldest trick in the book. A trap child.¶ I read it again.