Beggar Husband Is Now A Quadrillionaire Heir Novels & Stories

On the day Caspian and I got our marriage certificate, he dropped a bombshell: as the illegitimate son of the Thorne family, he hadn't inherited a penny. Instead, he was saddled with a massive gambling debt left behind by the family. I didn't despise him for it. For the past five years, I lived with him in a moldy basement, working three jobs to support him, while our son, Alaric, survived on discounted canned food that was nearing its expiration date.

And of course, he liked his wife to be the star. "How about, Margarette?" He approached her and kissed her passionately, scooping her big breast. "You like it? You can be a star next to my wife." "I'm sorry," She rubbed his chest. "Big man, I am married and I can't ruin my husband's reputation. But you and your boys can still enjoy me anytime you want." She started using her hand to please the big man. "Alright, if you say so." He said seductively. "But I want to know about Mr. De Alegre. We need his son's investment. I heard that he's a multi-billionaire? And his money is close to trillions."

"Marcus is right. You're the daughter of the richest family in the city. You must have assets everywhere. Marcus is your husband. He has every right to half." I nodded. "Fine. Get yourself a lawyer. I'll give you half." A grin spread across Marcus's face. "Just you wait."

It felt as if someone had torn into it. Once Silas was far away, Nathan asked, “Mom, why didn’t you greet Dad? Who was the lady beside him?” I held back my tears and said, “That’s not Dad.” But I knew that the man was indeed my husband. He did not even bat an eyelid when he spent 40 million dollars on that influencer. Meanwhile, his own son had been diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, and his surgery cost 50 thousand dollars. I had worked so hard for so long, and I still did not manage to get that 50 thousand dollars.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

His brother had always been calculating, always looking for ways to position himself as the rightful heir to the Hart empire. Adrian walked aimlessly through the dimly lit streets, the cold biting through his thin coat. His mind raced as he tried to process the whirlwind of events that had led to this moment. Hours ago, he had been Adrian Hart, heir to a billion-dollar empire, untouchable in every sense of the word. But now, he was just Adrian. His wallet had some little change cash, barely enough for a meal, let alone a place to stay. His father had moved quickly that his bank cards were already frozen before he’d even stepped foot off the Hart Mansion.

Who does he think he is, I said to myself as I climbed the stairs. I know that he’s helping my father, but does he think we are the only one’s getting something from this deal, he is also getting me so why should he behave as if he’s doing us a favor. Putting these thoughts behind me for another day I changed back into my sleeping robe and slept off as soon as my head touched the soft pillow. ( Two days later...) Alexandria had fulfilled his promise to my family after the wedding. Later he met with my father, Andrew, and they drafted a contract and he helped him by giving him ten million dollars to sort out his business affairs and troubles.

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S

Daniel said. "Your wife's father was never in debt to this family." Edmund spoke the words gently, like a man laying a card on a table. "Richard Hayes invested wisely and honestly. The debt was manufactured, line by line, by me, through your mother's hands. Eight million dollars of paper, built to bind a young woman to my son." The room tilted. Alina put a hand against the doorframe. She had known, ever since Vincent's confession, that the debt was a lie. Hearing it spoken by the man who had designed it was different.

"You're what?" "I'm getting married." "Mom, you've been married four times." "I know." "And now you're doing this again?" "This is different." "That's what you said the last time." "This man is different." I leaned against the window. "Who is he?" She hesitated. That hesitation bothered me. "What's his name?" "Alexander Black." The laughter died in my throat. I knew that name. Everybody knew that name. Alexander Black wasn't the kind of billionaire people casually mentioned.