The CEO's Ten Million Dollar Wife

One night of boldness leads to a marriage of convenience. Just a plain agreement. No commitment but a lot of sex. She is liking the setup until the 'right one' came back. Without a fuss, she left, bringing the memories and another heartbeat.

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Dumped by her two-year relationship for the reason of her being prude and frigid, Alexzia Montes proves she was otherwise. With four glasses of wine in her system, she delved into a passionate night with a stranger she randomly picked.

"Do I need to pay you? How much?" she outrightly asked.

"Can you afford me?" he snickers.

"Just tell me how much" she stubbornly retorted. She is getting pissed by his arrogance.

"500 billion dollars" he briefly replies with raised challenging brows.

"What?" she mumbles in disbelief.

"My present net worth is more or less 500 billion dollars" he unconcernedly replied.

Stunned, she becomes quiet.

"That's why you look familiar..." she frustratedly whispers, facepalming herself.

The man she often sees on tv and in newspapers but hasn't met in person. The only person in the country who has a five hundred billion net worth.

"CEO Lucien Wright..." she whispers in despair, almost indistinct.

Of all people, she had chosen the cold and ruthless CEO of Wright Group of Companies. How could she afford him? He could even buy her, body and soul.

"I need a wife, a bait for my girlfriend to come back. Name your price" he casually announced, handing her the documents.

"Once she is back, you will sign the divorce paper and peacefully leave. I will pay you, just name the amount" he added.

The offer is tempting Alexzia. She needs ten million dollars and it's an impossible plight but she has an easy way out, being a Ten Million Dollar Wife to CEO Wright.

Dumped

BOOK #1 - WRIGHT-PETROV SERIES

Drunk...? No.

Tipsy...? Yes.

Only had four glasses of wine but I already feel intoxicated.

I want to get drunk...

I want to get drowned...

My heart is fucking painful. Or is it my pride? Whatsoever, I am pissed.

It's Valentine, but I was dumped. My two-year relationship ended exactly on hearts day.

We are supposed to be celebrating, but here I am, left alone in an almost empty restaurant. Contemplating my broken heart.

"I am not frigid, I am not a prude..." I kept on convincing myself.

"He is just an asshole, wanting to score on me" I whisper, gulping straight the remaining liquid in my glass.

"Is 25 years old must be devirginized?" I ask at no one. Of course, no one would answer me...I'm alone.

"Is it a requirement to put a dick in your cunt once you turn this age?" I ask the woman reflecting on my glass. She had a crazy smile on her face.

"Is it?" I raise the glass and talk to her but she just smiles at me.

I squinted my eyes closer to the glass, the woman did the same. She is playing