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I'm The Fake Wife Of Mr, CEO
Billionaires "Carizza, are you okay? ” Kisha asked me.
"Wherever? ” I asked back.
"There's a lot of trouble outside, there's a couple who want to buy a girl and the boss doesn't agree," answered Kisha, which surprised me.
VWFS which means virgin wife for sale. the business is legal and it's operating all over the world, it's not a forced sale the both sides are agreed to the terms and conditions.
I nodded and we entered the group together.
how much you will pay are specific time values, he is not a lifetime wife if that does not depend on the flow of money you give to the company. The safety is strict too.
"I heard that woman tripled her price just to buy one of us"
"Why doesn't the boss want to agree, it's obvious to burden that customer" muttered the other women.
Take care of our body, from head to chin. There are also trainings on what to do as a wife. the only rule not to be violated is that sex between the buyers and the product is prohibited. You're safety first.
"I'm really sorry, but the purchase from Carizza is really limited. And she got the highest value among the girls. we don't just sell him without the screening" I was shocked to hear my name.
"Te, it looks like you are the woman's bet" Kisha teased me. I seriously watch them in front.
I am Carizza Laurise Somorostro, also known as the highest paid wife. The limited edition woman. I'm the only one who has very few buyers, but when I do, it's a lot of money. I am skilled with everything and my ratings are high. My time value is 6 months from my original price which is 5.6 million and he already has benefits depends on the customers demand and request.
They looked at me when they noticed my presence. Lawrence and I met eyes, I know why he didn't want me to sell right now.
All the girls look at me with a question face.
A sophisticated woman who had just been debating with our boss about buying me made a habit of looking at me. i am shocked, all buyers here it's either men or couples.
She walked towards me, held my arms and pressed them gently as if I was something she really wanted. I smiled at his smile. I lived anonymously, I was able to live alone.
"My dear, can I buy you? promise you won't regret your decision, I can pay, name the amount. I also promise your safety. I'll hire bodyguards and buy all you want just let me buy you" he pleaded.
Lawrence approached us and pulled me behind him.
Lawrence Reyno, VWFS owner.
"Ma'am we can't really consider what you want. Carizza's service is limited time only. ” he reminded the woman who was now depressed and looked really desperate for what she wanted.
She walks closer and presents her card.
"Maybe this will help the situation? ” she calmly asked, Sir Lawrence accepted the card and his jaw almost dropped in shock.
“L-Lanzaderas?” he called and my colleagues gasped at the same time. Fear, panic, and restlessness. What's happening?
"I'm Georgianna Lanzaderas, the wife of Yhulo Lanzaderas. I'll ask you again, Mr. Lawrence. Can I get this beautiful maiden right here? ” he asked seriously and gave me a look. Sir Lawrence swallowed and nodded without hesitation.
"Y-yes miss, Kisha please prepare the contract" Sir Lawrence ordered in a panic that Kisha was also panicking. all of them you can't paint the faces.
The woman approached me. I don't know what kind of people they are and why my colleagues can act like this. I'm just curious, why would a husband want to buy a woman to be someone's wife?
"My dear Carizza, do you accept my offer to buy you? ” asked Mrs. Lanzaderas.
I felt Kisha approaching me and motioned for me to say yes. And so did others. I looked behind them and looked at Sir Lawrence who also nodded.
"Yes, Mrs. Lanzaderas. I'll do my service for six months" I announced with a smile that they immediately shook their heads.
"No darling, its a lifetime service. You'll be the wife of my husband, Yhulo Lanzaderas" my eyes widened and my mouth fell open.
WHAT??? did she just say that i'll take her place and be the WIFE OF HER OWN HUSBAND? What is she thinking? Does his wife know this? She's Wearing A Red Dress
Billionaires The cold breeze hit my face, I kept looking into the distance while puffing on the cigarette I was holding. I was sitting in the rooftop, I inhaled heavily before closing my eyes.
"I should bring alcohol, what a waste of time if I go down here right now." I whisper to myself.
the sun is going down, its like telling me that the day is ending here. But no, this is not the end of the day. I sighed again and again, inhaling the smoke.
"That's bad in your health, you know." I tsk before looking at my back.
"And that's not your business, leave me alone Fairon."
"C'mon, mom has been looking for you for a while now." I heard him sigh.
"I know, just.. just leave me alone, I need to finish this before I go down," I continued to puff my cigarettes and look away.
"You still brat, okay fine. Just please wash your mouth before going down." I didn't answer him. I heard his footsteps walking away.
Few minutes past and I'm done what I'm doing. I left where I was and started walking away.
It's not that far, there is also an elevator connected to the rooftop so I quickly reached the bottom of the hotel.
I caught up with my family sitting together in the living area of the hotel. If I were someone else, I might mistake them for members of the dead people.
It's not just a joke
their social look, they look perfect, you'd almost think they couldn't break a plate, they're even better than royalty if they act, very modest.
I walked into them, as what I though they were looking at me weirdly like if I'm a ghost.
"Look at you REIN." the emphasis on my name is really well known here.
I look at myself from toe to head, I'm not kidding I literally look at myself just what this old woman told me.
"Is there anything wrong?"
"C'mon you smoke again rein? jusko iha smell that smell," I simply smelled my breath and it smelled okay fine.
I heard a sigh and I looked at my brother looking at me. Shaking his head, he turned and left.
I shrug my shoulder and sit beside my cousin. he looked at me weirdly, and i ignored his stare.
"You smell cigarettes," he whispered to me.
I frown and look at him, "of course I do, tsk."
"What a shame, pfft."
I simply stepped on his foot, I felt him look at me so I ignored it.
"Rein, can you stop doing that?" I looked at my dad when he said that.
"What?"
"Oh my gosh, sister! Aren't you ashamed my gosh look at yourself!"
It's a real animal.
"And what for??" I said to her, she smiled sweetly at that.
"Bruh, you always wearing that dress, then you still smoke like yuckk!" Oa it said.
Other people looked at it so I just sighed.
This witch's head is so good, her brain will come out when I bump it!!
"Why do you care about that? Hmm?" I calmly said to her.
I saw her make a face after she heard what I said.
"B-because I'm your sister hahaha, I do take care of you sisss!" Oh, this is crazy, we're not close when you're a shet!
Ahem!
I laugh sarcastically, the way people look at me makes me happy. Why? Nothing.
"For your information, I'm not your sister, Ena. I'm not part of your family, I hope you understand that." I said before standing up.
I look lastly and my whole family, they're looking at me with mixed emotions in their eyes. I don't blame them. What a shame..
"W-what?"
"Flag."
"Hey!"
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When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives.
"Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself."
I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together.
Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company.
He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life.
He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire.
I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer.
"Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant." The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback
Zhi Yao For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties.
But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom.
Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot.
Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years.
"You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic."
My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support.
They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets.
I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life.
But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree.
Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate.
When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block. From Prison To Power: Rise Of The War Goddess
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Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along. My Accidental Billionaire husband
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I came back with a marriage certificate bearing a stranger's name, a ring worth more than my parents' love ever was, and a son whose father I've never seen, never known, never remembered.
I went to Vegas for a racing competition. I won. I celebrated. And somewhere between the victory and the sunrise, my life changed forever.
For six years, I've lived with the consequences of one reckless night. I built an empire. I raised my son. And I searched for the man who changed my life without even knowing it.
Then fate laughed in my face.
My sister married my ex-fiancé-the man I was promised to since childhood. The man I was supposed to become Mrs. Windsor for. The man who now wears my family name... and looks far too much like my child.
Every time I'm near him, the past presses closer. Every glance feels like a question I'm terrified to ask. I shouldn't notice him. I shouldn't feel anything. He is my sister's husband.
But some secrets refuse to stay buried.
Because the truth about Vegas isn't just in the ring on my finger or the child in my arms.
It's standing right in front of me.
And when it finally comes out, it won't just destroy a marriage, it will burn an empire to the ground.
Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle
Yuan Xiluo On my wedding day, my fiancé Connor received an urgent phone call.
He told me a D-list actress had broken her leg on set, then abandoned me right at the altar.
In my past life, I cried until my throat bled, begging him not to leave.
But my tears only brought endless humiliation. My mother and adopted sister mocked me, framed me, and forged my signature to steal my multi-million dollar trust fund.
They kicked me out of the family estate without a single dime.
I ended up freezing to death in the minus-twenty-degree New York blizzard, listening to my mother's voicemail telling me to die in the street as long as I didn't bleed on her carpets.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my own blood relatives hated me so much, yet treated an adopted daughter like a precious princess.
The only person who showed me any mercy—draping his wool coat over my frozen corpse and giving me a proper burial—was Connor's ruthless, untouchable uncle, Harding Snow.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in the bridal suite, right as Connor was rushing out the door.
This time, I didn't shed a single tear.
I let him run to his actress, then walked straight into the VIP room to face the most feared billionaire on Wall Street.
"The wedding proceeds as planned, but the groom's name changes to yours." Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns
Leanora Tanouye My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant.
I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care.
Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient.
When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband.
He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter.
When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust.
I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child.
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His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated.
They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive.
They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money.
I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call.
Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg.
Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke.
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Then, my friend sent me a photo. Hartwell was at the airport, tenderly holding the waist of his first love, Eveline Craig.
He came home smelling of her synthetic rose perfume, accused me of stalking him, and coldly demanded a divorce.
His lawyer handed me a thick settlement agreement. It offered astronomical alimony and luxury properties, but it came with a humiliating ten-page non-disclosure agreement.
He wanted to buy my silence. He wanted to strip me of my rights to our son and gag me permanently, just so he could parade his new life with Eveline without any PR backlash.
Even now, he still thought I was a gold digger who had orchestrated a media scandal to trap him into marriage.
I stared at the man I had worshipped for two thousand days. My six years of desperate devotion had been nothing but a humiliating, one-sided delusion.
Hope was finally dead, and with it, my tears had completely dried up.
He expected me to cry, to beg, to negotiate for more millions.
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"I am taking the basic child support, and not a single red cent more."
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When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway.
He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop.
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They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond.
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"Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?"
He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests.
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To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around.
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg.
I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival.
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Catlaina Sloggett Rain lashed against the twisted metal as Hallie lay pinned in the wreckage of her car, her chest crushed and fading fast.
The paramedic found her phone and desperately dialed her husband, Aidan.
"Your wife has been in a severe car crash! We're losing her!" the paramedic shouted over the storm.
A harsh, mocking laugh came through the speaker.
"Tell her this is a pathetic way to stop the divorce," Aidan sneered. "I do not have time for her crazy games."
The line went dead, and Hallie's heart flatlined.
Separated from her body, Hallie's ghost was forced to witness the horrific aftermath of her own death.
Her mother refused to claim her corpse because there was no insurance payout, telling the hospital to throw her in a ditch.
Pulled back to her penthouse, she found Aidan gently holding her sister, Cecile.
Cecile sobbed about Hallie's "fake crash" in Aidan's arms, but the moment he looked away, a wicked smirk of victory spread across her face.
Cecile was the predator, and Aidan was her willing protector.
He even ordered Hallie's brilliant, life's-work sketchbook to be thrown into an industrial shredder, giving all her corporate resources to fund Cecile's debut.
Hovering in the cold air, Hallie watched her three years of devotion turn to ash.
She was treated like garbage, a mere stepping stone for her sister's rise.
But just as her soul turned to ice, Aidan's face suddenly grew paranoid.
"Check her medical records," Aidan ordered his assistant coldly. "Find out who is helping her fake this injury."
Hallie's invisible spirit shivered with a dark, vengeful anticipation.
What would her arrogant husband do when his relentless digging finally uncovered her cold, dead body? I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
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Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. 
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