Billionaire Husband Sebastian Novels & Stories

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.”

I could care less of how I’d look, of who took pictures of me as headlines, or of even how people would see me since I was the billionaire’s wife. Almost immediately, I heard the wheels of a stretch run in. It was swift. My eyes followed it and I saw a familiar wristwatch Sebastian loved wearing. It was a Gucci watch. Oh, my god, it was Sebastian. Sebastian Knight. My billionaire husband.

He was even more excited to make Olivia tremble in fear near him. “Your husband seems to be just as frustrated as you are. Currently he has no one to share his story with. I was the only one who happened to appear in the midst of the turmoil that befell him, so that he easily told me all his complaints. Sian told me that he was very disappointed in his wife who was pregnant with another man. A stranger. Tsk… isn't that really sad?” "Sian doesn't know that that bastard is you!" cried Olivia angrily. She immediately yanked Scout's hand off her shoulder and pushed him hard away from her body. "I'm going to abort this baby."

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

I asked her. "Yes, he wants a billionaire CEO as his son in law. I fell in love with Harris. He is CEO of his construction company but not a billionaire. He is a fresh face in the business industry." She said. I nodded and poured ourselves juice in the glass. I put it on the small table with four chairs around it. "So what are you going to do next?" I asked her. She left the sauce and held up her hand, showing me a mountain of a diamond on her ring finger. Her smile was so broad.

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

A handful of people were present, Helena, Camille and Sebastian’s parents. The man standing before me was Sebastian Carvers, an award winning and successful CEO of his father’s company. He was nothing like what the blogs described, he was not the warm, accommodating and nice billionaire they portrayed him to be. Behind my veil, I could see his rigid posture, the way his muscles flexed underneath his suit like he was ready to punch a hole in the wall. Every part of him was cold and nothing about him was warm and inviting. “You may kiss the bride.” The priest declared and my entire body stiffened as my soon-to-be husband took a step closer in his custom made suit that clung to every part of hi

I couldn't help but to say it. "Ah, Yes, Justin Miller right? Isn't that your ex husband? I hope you do not mind being here with him? If that is the case, I am sorry. I just wanted to take this opportunity to get to know you better and your new business partner," he said, his smile was starting to fade. "Mind? Of course not. Trust me, Mr Dennis, my relationship with Justin Miller is strictly professional," I said, withdrawing my hand from the handshake. "That's good then. My birthday party takes place tomorrow. We could discuss business afterwards. I need you to enjoy your time in Turks and Caicos. Every business tycoon deserves a vacation right?" His eyebrows were slightly raised as he aske

husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit. He didn't look a thing like the shabby man who needed me to mend his torn shirts. The guests around were gasping in awe: "Mr. Thorne is so generous! He actually gave his stepson a yacht worth tens of millions as a birthday gift!" "Exactly. Not only is he the richest man on Wall Street, but he's also so devoted. He treats his lover's child like his own. Where can you find a good man like that?" Richest man? A multi-million dollar yacht?