Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

"I had no idea you came from a wealthy background. Why did you hide it from me?" Scarlet's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked away, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. "I didn't hide it, Lucas," she said, her voice soft. "I just didn't see the need to broadcast it. I wanted to stay low-key, to be down to earth. I didn't want people to treat me differently because of my family's wealth." Lucas's eyes widened in surprise. "But why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder. "I was your husband, Scarlet. I thought we shared everything with each other."

We have already expected high profile individuals from different walks of life would come to this occasion. As a Montefalco, it was truly an honor to be here, that is of course, if only my family would be so glad to have me in. Apparently, it would only be grandma who was the only one left caring about me in this family. My husband doesn’t want our marriage to continue because he preferred to have his first love—also currently his mistress—as his wife instead of me, even my mother-in-law whom I though was caring to me at first was all just a show-off.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

Bree’s POV I'm married to a billionaire businessman, hot, tall, fucking dirty. His company is the most talked about and most needed, and you’d think it's because he sells the best materials or offers the best rates… Maybe he indeed sells the best material; my pussy. Yes. Fucking sick, right? It's safe to say my husband is a pussy tycoon, a pussy dealer.

I had finished dinner, and was watching a show, when he came in. “I saw your messages,” he said as he walked into my room. He was still in his ash-coloured jacket and white shirt, his hair neatly combed back as if he had just left the house. A few strands lay across his forehead. He slid his hands into his pockets, his face unreadable as he strode toward me in slow, calculated steps. I still found it unbelievable that this billionaire was now my husband. “You’re welcome. I knew you’d love it. Besides, you now carry the Ellison name— you should look the part. They’re the sort of things you signed up for.” He sat beside me on the bed, close enough that I could smell him.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

It couldn't be the same person. But my hands were shaking as I opened the article. And there, staring back at me from my phone screen, was a photo of my husband in an impeccably tailored suit, standing in what looked like a boardroom, every inch the powerful CEO. Christopher Zane, the article read, youngest billionaire CEO in New York, known for his ruthless business tactics and record-breaking deals. The phone slipped from my numb fingers onto the bed. My husband wasn't just hiding his wealth. He was one of the richest men in the entire city.

“Oh Common, your husband is a billionaire and quite influential. He is all you need” “What do you mean” I furrowed my brows.

And she tolerated till now. Although it was like a worst scene a wife could imagine to have, but she felt relieved when Vincent confirmed that the girl is too close with his friends circles. So she isn't doing it to Vincent only. Other than her, Vincent is a caring and loving husband what most of the women want them in their lives. He is breathtakingly handsome, gorgeous, brilliant, extraordinarily strong. He is the self-made billionaire with his picture being covered in every single biggest Magazines in the world. So, having a husband is like blessing. Especially for a woman like Emma Downey who lives up to her heart not wealth, she is fully satisfied with his love and attention until three

"Since you're dating a hockey guy, you might know my husband's brothers, Mark and Jake. Tobias is older than them, and they don't share the same surname, but you might know the name Ford from the hotels?" "Oh-my-god!" I exclaim. "You're married to the CEO of Ford Hotels And Resorts! Tobias Ford is your husband!" She blushes, but I can see the pride in her eyes. "That's right. I'm very proud of Tobias for his achievements." I'm baffled by this news. A girl my age is married to an actual billionaire. Jesus Christ. I continue cleaning, but damn. I should make friends with Hannah and ask her how she charmed a billionaire into making her his wife. With her tips, Logan will be more than the guy I'