Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?

Chapter 1:

Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name.

One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present.

"Wow, she's so beautiful!"

All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous.

What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire.

It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her.

"Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?"

"She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?"

Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise.

Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon."

Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"

A woman in a white T-shirt and jeans walked out of the train station in Douburgh with a suitcase. Her delicate face turned slightly red as the sun hit her. She tucked wisps of curly hair behind her ears. Under her arched eyebrows were a pair of bright and pretty eyes, a slim nose, and cherry lips. She looked so beautiful even though she had no makeup on.

"Hello! You are Annabel Hewitt, right? I'm the driver sent by the Benton family."

Annabel nodded and followed the driver into the car casually. She was already worn out.

On the way, the driver stole glances at the woman, whose eyes were closed as she rested in the back seat.

This woman was Rupert Benton's fiancee.

Rupert Benton was the most eligible bachelor in the city. At just twenty-one years old, he was already the CEO of Benton Group. He was way ahead of his peers. He was vigorous, resourceful, and no-nonsense, causing many in the business world to be afraid of him.

His grandfather, Bruce Benton, took it upon himself to find a wife for him. And he picked Annabel, a girl from the countryside.

With his hands on the steering wheel, the driver took another look at Annabel's innocent face and clicked his tongue. He envisaged that she would have a hard time with the Benton family.

Besides, she could have flown here in a private jet if she wanted.

Annabel could easily make it clear to these people, but she didn't. She just went upstairs.

Annoyance clouded Cathy's face once she saw Annabel ascending the stairs. She wasn't used to anyone ignoring her, so she followed her.

"Where is my room?" Annabel asked the maid behind.

"Here!" Cathy said, pointing at a door in the hallway before the maid could reply.

She pushed the