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

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

“This was also part of his plan. That woman knew she wasn’t your mother. The plan was always to get you in such a state of trauma that he would always have a way to control you anytime he needed to.” “But….why is he so evil? She tormented me all my life… and for what, a few millions?” “Billions, my dove.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Billions???” “Yes. You’re the lost heiress of the Everhart fortune.” He announced, his tone a bit louder at the revelation. “This was your story, and you revealed it perfectly. You and your siblings are the heirs to the generational wealth in our name.”

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.

Then buckle up your belt for more drama as the story unfolds. Before the official launch of the BOOK 2, you can refresh your memory by reading the BOOK 1 again, as this will be a long ride. And for the new readers, you're welcome. The Book 1 of this book is available on this same platform. Search it up "The Billonaire Unwanted Wife" to get the full indepth of how I got here and how my revenge scheme is being set into plan. But if you wish to read this book 2 alone, you can. I'll do well to carry you along.

But then… what could be expected of a rich heiress who controlled millions? “Isabella.” Her tone was icy and without an ounce of warmth. We stood there, staring at each other. Until Emily’s shrill voice interrupted us. “Sis… Mom told me you got pregnant by a stranger. Is that true?” The mockery in her voice wasn’t hidden in the very least. Rather, it was as clear as daylight. “You—” “And… who gave you the right to speak, Husler?” “You always claimed to be the most morally upright twin, and see where it led you?”

"After I talk to her, then we'll get married." "But I don't want to take care of that woman's child when you get divorced. I want that child to be in the Twilight Pack forever and we live in this town. Would you do that for me?" "I-" Instantly a phone rang and the voice came from the cell phone in Sharena's hand. The beautiful woman in the knee-length floral dress looked at the incoming call on her cell phone and rejected the call in the same second. Sharena seemed to be moving restlessly, but tried not to show it in front of Meazus.

If he is proud of me, we wouldn't be doing this wedding in a small way. Getting married to the youngest billionaire ought to be a great show off and done in a big way, even though I don't like it too. I am ok with it though because I can continue living my life the way I want. I don't want the media's attention. I want a quiet life, free of dramas. Besides, what Aidan and I have isn't real, becoming famous will reveal the truth sooner.

“But still—” “The carrot is fine,” mother says. Caroline glares at her. “Isabel, I’m sure your impoverished southern taste can’t tell the difference between a properly home cooked meal and street food.” That stings. Mother wasn’t a billionaire heiress like Caroline, in fact, mother grew up on the streets, jumping from one foster home to another before dad fell in love with her and moved her from grass to palace. The atmosphere is oppressive. Mother rolls her eyes. “I heard Dian revoked your Neighborhood membership. Dian told me herself that said she’s been relieved ever since she had the police remove you from the facility.”