Billionaire Husband Sebastian Novels & Stories

A wife should mirror her husband. “You can do it, Mommy,” Kelly cheered in the background. “Don’t be nervous. Uncle Bastian won’t bite.” The guest chuckled and their attention transferred to Kelly, praising her for being a good daughter. She beamed at them. "I'm okay, Mr. Willis...give me a minute, please." Inhale. Exhale. Everything will be well. It's not like this was my first time marrying someone. This was only Sebastian Holding we were talking about. The billionaire and CEO of a manufacturing company. No big deal.

One too many overpriced cocktails later and Sebastian's sultry glances and heated touches had me following him back to his penthouse suite. I can hardly believe I actually slept with Adrian's younger brother. He's part of one of the wealthiest families in the world. If Adrian is a billionaire, that technically makes Sebastian one too by default. Just your casual, mind-blowingly rich guy that I recklessly seduced and ended up in bed with. My gaze shamelessly roams over Sebastian's naked, muscular form peeking out from the tangled sheets pooled around his waist. God, he's like a living, breathing Greek god sculpture with that chiseled jaw and smoldering silver eyes.

Max inquired with an eyebrow raised high. "Of course," his cousin replied without hesitation. "She has shifted my position." A snort of disgust suddenly escaped from the CEO's mouth. “You make me a little nauseous. But…, if I remember correctly, didn't you ever like my wife?” The woman's eyes automatically opened wide. Her husband's words were new to her. "Yes," Sebastian admitted as he looked at the woman in front of him with mysterious eyes. "Unfortunately, your relationship has become official. My plan to approach her fell through.”

Sebastian and I had been best friends ever since we were young, at least he was the only one that truly stayed loyal amongst the people I have met. I pulled away and sat at the couch. “You didn't tell me you had returned to New York!” “Well, I'm here now, wanted it to be a suprise!” He let out a laugh. “How is your family over in Germany?” I inquired and a frown etched his face.. “Don't even get me started, my wife ran away with over 3 billion dollars. She took Angela with her too” Sebastian broke the news to me and I gasped. He had never mentioned a thing like that even the last time we discussed.

The article also stated that he was ruthless, curel and dangerous both in business and his personal life, Sebastian according to what was written about him online was born and brought up in Germany, but moved to New York at the age of Twenty Six, and after making his first couple of billions, he bought a castle where he now lives. No where could Serena find a picture of Sebastian or his real age, it was said he valued his privacy and never allowed his picture to be taken, those who didn't heed to his warning experience a taste of his ruthlessness and wrath, Serena only guessed he had to be an older man and most likely unattractive bitter human to walk on the surface of the earth. Still surfi

, Sebastian rumbled. He was thinking about sex; his eyes were hooded, and he was licking his lips, eyes roving up and down the lines of her body. It was going well. They always say dress for your next job. She knew this job well. She had been married to Phillip, hadn’t she? Except with Phillip, she had resisted all the perks of being fabulously wealthy, and she got away with it because she had married old money. Sebastian, a downgrade, was new money, and no eccentricities would be tolerated. Therefore, she looked the part, a trophy any man would fight to win. Laid out on a silver platter for one Sebastian Gale, all he needed to do was sign. Right here.

That only seemed to provoke a raging mood in him as he retorted, "Someone else? Well, I surely ain't the type to make that mistake. But it seems to me that you have been left in the dark all along. But don't worry, I am sure to shed some light once I have him here begging at my feet." "Left in the dark? When he's here? I have no idea what you're saying," I replied, confusion and fear gripping my senses. "You won't, not now. Alright then, I am talking about your husband, the so-called Sebastian Hawthorne, the famous wealthy billionaire," he said, scoffing at the mention of Sebastian's name.

He should have a painful death and beg for death to come. “Why don't you help me to thank goodness that my mother did not suck any dick for Ramona. My wife earned a job here by credentials and hard work so I will pretend I never have this conversation with you,” Sebastian stood up. “I heard you two are in a contract marriage,” Sebastian fried, and slowly bent, facing Brett. “Bring proof, I don't talk to people without proof and benefits. Talking to you has no benefit to me” “I can make you rich, and bring you out of your misfortuned life. I can help you and your wife dine in glamorous, among top billionaires. I'm sure you won't want your child to suffer?” Brett uttered, locking eyes Sebastia

She could sense that there was about to be a full blown fight between the mother and son as neither one of them was ready to give in to the other. "Charlotte is going to be my wife, you can't expect me to allow her to live in a cheap hotel," Sebastian argued. Charlotte marveled at Sebastian's statement. 'Cheap hotel?' The 'cheap hotel' Sebastian was referring to was a five star hotel meant exclusively for the extremely wealthy people and it cost ten thousand dollars per night but of course that amount was nothing to Sebastian who was a billionaire. "She isn't your wife yet; wait until she is your wife before you start living with her," Victoria clapped back.

Max continued, “It’s not like we are rich like you. You’re a billionaire, Sebastian. I’m sure you can get a wife who belongs to the same world as you. So why my daughter? Answer me truthfully.” Sebastian met Max’s eyes without flinching. “I’ll also come to the point,” he said, his tone grave. “The truth is—I love her. I love her more than I love myself. There’s no motive behind this, Max.” He leaned forward, fingers loosely clasped. “As for being a billionaire... I wasn’t always one. You know that very well. I didn’t come from wealth. I built everything from scratch. I don’t care about money. I don’t want status. I want love. I want Petal.”