Billionaire Husband Sebastian Novels & Stories

he said in a husky voice, handing me a rectangular box and my eyes widened in shock. "It's a new phone wow thank you" I mumble, still astonished. "You're welcome if you need anything just call me I'll give you my number." I nod eagerly. As time elapsed I started to find out that Sebastian was a big deal around here especially by the ladies. He was very famous and rich. According to the magazine I read about, he was one of the richest billionaires in NYC. Woah and I had no clue. Eventually I found myself calling him when it wasn't even necessary.

“You’re going to drop this bomb in the middle of your father’s dinner?” “Exactly.” Sebastian smiled—a cold, calculating smile. “Then everyone will know that I married the Salvatore family’s only heir. Peter will have a fit. Dorothy will choke on her champagne. And my father...” He paused, savoring the image. “My father will finally have to admit that his bastard son outplayed everyone.” “Your wife will hate you,” Richard said, and it wasn’t judgment; it was fact. Sebastian set his empty glass down on the table with a sharp thud. “I married her for her fortune, not out of gratitude.” The words came out hard, defensive.

“Careful.” Sebastian stepped closer. “I don’t care who you are. Governor. Philanthropist. Clean reputation... none of that protects you from me.” His voice dropped to a calculated, lethal calm. “You seem to have forgotten who Alina is. She’s not just my wife. She’s an heiress to the Hart family. Birmingham royalty. Powerful people stand behind her.” His eyes narrowed. “And now they stand behind me.” Damien’s jaw clenched. “You hid my wife,” Sebastian said, “you hid my child. If you think I won’t burn your world down to get them back, you don’t know me at all.”

"Fiona Katherine Winchester breaks up with Sebastian Prime over spilt wine. Most coveted Female Billionaire is once again single." Curse Sebastian and my Mother, my upcoming weeks were going to be a living hell, I was sure of it.

"Exactly. So you've got the wrong person here. You should really investigate where Sebastian is and why he hasn't married you." I had a rough idea of why. Over the past couple of days, I had caught wind of some gossip. It seemed that Sebastian was pursuing a wealthy heiress. With his company preparing for an IPO and without the Roberts family's backing, he was looking to climb the social ladder again. I shared this information with Jennifer and it hit her like a slap in the face. She promptly began tracking Sebastian's movements, secretly checking his messages. Eventually, she uncovered a significant piece of information: Sebastian was indeed courting a young lady from the Finn family, who h

“About that, it’s all a misunderstanding… It’s a misunderstanding…” Sebastian snorted coldly. “I know who your husband is… Go back and tell him that all his partnership projects with Sebastian Brenand have been terminated…” When the rich housewife heard Sebastian’s full name, she was instantly stunned… What? Was this person before her actually Sebastian, someone from the aristocratic class in Atlantis? Had she actually offended Sebastian’s woman? “Please don’t… Mr. Brenand, I was wrong…” The rich housewife instantly took a step forward with her palms pressed together. She looked at Sebastian and begged for his forgiveness.

I opened my mouth to respond, but she wasn't finished. "My son Sebastian is a billionaire now," Patricia continued, and there was unmistakable pride in her voice. "A self-made billionaire who built Lancaster Global Industries into an empire. He's respected, admired, powerful—everything a Lancaster should be. And you?" Her lip curled with contempt. "You're nothing but dust in his history. You're a mistake he corrected by divorcing your pathetic ass." The words stung more than I wanted to admit. Because there was a grain of truth in them—Sebastian had become incredibly successful after our divorce. He'd built an empire, made billions, and become one of the most powerful men in the country.

I took the phone from him. A picture filled the screen. Selene and I, standing outside the restaurant from last night. Holding hands. And the headline read: "Spotted at Last: Billionaire Sebastian Kingsley Seen Holding Hands with Wife After Three Years of Marriage." My jaw tightened slightly as I stared at the screen. "Three years," I muttered under my breath. Julian leaned casually against my desk, crossing one ankle over the other. "Apparently the world finds that very interesting." I handed the phone back to him.

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.