THE BILLIONAIRES 365 DAYS WIFE

Jack

I never thought my wild imagination would lead me here, I couldn't believe I had finally done it. After a year of wrestling with ideas, doubts, and the occasional bout of writer's block, my novel, "365 Days Billionaire", was complete.

As I stared at the final sentence of my novel, 365 Days Billionaire, a surge of pride washed over me. It was done. A story of wealth, power, and dreams. everything I could never have in real life. My dull small apartment, the worn-out desk I worked on, all of it faded as I envisioned the life of Jack, the billionaire son and my creation.

Jack the tall, commanding, with a sharp jawline and piercing brown eyes-was everything I'd ever wished to be. He lived in penthouses that overlooked sparkling city skylines, drove cars that were worth more than my entire life savings, and his sweet voice could command the loyalty of entire teams.

A life of extravagant wealth, expensive suits, and power. And it was mine to shape. His story, his future, was entirely in my hands. I had complete control over what I created.

It was a story born from my deepest fantasies, a wild, impossible dream of what life could be if wealth knew no bounds.

I allowed myself a moment to gambol in my own genius, This wasn't just another romance novel or a short story I had made in the past. No, this was the kind of story that could change everything.

It was going to be big. *365 Days Billionaire* wasn't just a book it was a gateway, a dream brought to life. And for once, I was the architect of something extraordinary.

Finally, the novel was complete. Just one final review before uploading it to my novelist account. As I began reading through the first chapter, a grumble from my stomach interrupted my concentration, reminding me that I had skipped dinner. Again. I'd been on a strict diet for two days, consuming only coffee and whatever I could scrounge from my Little desk drawer. A diet of coffee and empty promises wasn't sustainable, but this time my body protested against the absence of snacks and sweet chocolate chips.

"Skipping one day won't hurt," I muttered, a smile tugging at my not-so-handsome face. I needed a break at least, I told myself, grabbing my wallet and heading out to get some snacks and sweet chocolate chips at the nearby cafe next street.

The cool night air was refreshing as I stepped outside. It was one of those crisp evenings where the city lights seemed to glow just a little brighter. Excitement buzzed through me, my mind already dreaming about the book's success, as I thought about my completed novel. My mind, however, was lost in my story.

What if I could live like Jack, the billionaire heir, To have people bowing to your every whim, treating you like royalty even for just a day? The more I thought about Jack's extravagant life, the more vivid it became. I could see myself walking into a luxury hotel, everyone whispering about the heir to one of the wealthiest families in the world.

I could hear the sound of expensive champagne glasses clinking, the laughter of people who envied my every move. But still, my life was nothing like that. I was just a guy with a cramped apartment and a cheap little desk that creaked under the weight of my dreams. The thought jack brought a smile to my face.

I couldn't help but laugh at how absurd the thought was. Wait, who am I kidding? Am a guy who couldn't even afford to eat a proper meal and had no business and yet still dreaming of being a billionaire heir. But then...

Lost in my thoughts, I was about to cross the road and yet I failed to notice the commotion around me. The sound of a horn blared. The noise grew louder, and I spun around, A truck barreled down the road, its horn blaring.

People Shouts filled the air, warning me, but it was too late. The truck, veering wildly out of control, struck me with full force and the world seemed to slow down, I barely had time to process what was happening.

Hitting the ground as hard as possible, I could see people rushing toward me as I crumpled to the ground, I was unconscious.

The world blurred as everything went black, In those fleeting moments before everything went black,The last thing I could think was, I wish I were Jack.