Billionaire Husband Sebastian Novels & Stories

He said smugly. Darting his gaze towards Liam, Chase grinned. "So, Liam, how much does your watch cost?" Chase asked, looking at Liam to see his reaction. He thought that Liam's watch was cheap, after all, he was a live-in son-in-law. He actually had no idea who Liam really was. He knew that Liam was the CEO of multiversal studios, but so what? That didn't impress him at all, anyone could become a CEO. To him, Liam was some average rich guy. But no, the truth was that Liam was crazy rich, and definitely not on his level.

Sebastian didn’t waste time licking his wounds. By dawn, he had vanished from Eastbridge Park, slipping through alleys and boarded-up warehouses until the city skyline was just a smear of lights in the distance. Beauty had gone silent, no calls, no messages. Whether she was furious at him or plotting her own revenge, Sebastian didn’t care. Because he had one card left to play. In a safehouse across town, Jack poured black coffee into a chipped mug, his phone buzzing with updates from Rourke’s team. The video of Beauty and Sebastian’s confession had spread like wildfire.

"That's Victor Reines wife. She was standing right next to him when he announced the restructuring." Right at that exact second, as if triggered by a single wire, both phones vibrated with messages. Adrian looked down at his screen, the color completely draining from his face. "Fuck. Damien, look at the media campaign." Damien snatched his phone, his eyes scanning the headline: SCANDAL: Billionaire Victor Reines Launches Search for Runaway Wife; Accuses Her of Grand Theft and Stolen Corporate Data. Beneath the headline was a high-resolution photograph of Emily. She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown.

“Well, you are… you were… he is…” Rich. Sebastian wasn’t just rich but extremely wealthy, just like my former parents and Bruno, and everything they did was for their own selfish benefits. Not just them but their friends and closed circles. If it wasn’t going to profit them, then they weren’t interested. Who was to say Sebastian wasn’t like that too? He could be nice and sweet to everyone because he had an ulterior motive.

Silence fell again, broken only by the rain lashing the windows. Vivienne tied her robe with shaking fingers. “Your wife.” “A business arrangement,” he said flatly. “One that keeps the board happy and certain scandals buried. There’s no love there. Hasn’t been for years.” “But she still gets to call you in the middle of the night.” Vivienne’s voice cracked with frustration and something sharper—jealousy. “While I’m the dirty little secret under your roof.” Sebastian crossed the distance again, but this time his touch was gentler. He cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her lower lip. “You’re not a secret. You’re a goddamn catastrophe. One I’ve wanted for far too long.”

This was the power of money. Sebastian recovered fast. He straightened his jacket, and his jaw got tight like he was trying to remind himself of who he was. Then he walked towards me. His eyes never left mine. When he got to me, he did not wait. He held my hand and turned us to face the room. “This” he said, his voice was calm but loud enough for everyone to hear” this is my wife, Zara Knight.” The room just exploded. I could feel cameras on me. It was blinding.

Daxton said scornfully. Sebastian turned to look at her and scoffed. "Not everyone is after money. Besides, you might not even have as much money as I do!" He wasn't boasting. He already had a fortune of almost one billion dollars. "You—" Candy turned pale with anger. When she realized that Sebastian was actually leaving, she jumped out of bed and caught up to him in just a few steps. "Stop!" Sebastian glanced at her and said, "You're fine now,miss, but I have things to do. Please move aside."

Because in a room like this, where reputation functioned as currency, the idea of imbalance—of a life too heavily tilted toward career, too lacking in visible domestic stability—could quietly undermine everything I had just built. For the briefest second, I felt the weight of it. Then— “My wife simply prefers to keep certain things private,” Sebastian interjected smoothly, stepping forward as though the moment had been waiting for him, his arm sliding around my shoulders with practiced ease. “After all, I’m both handsome and financially successful—it would be a shame if too many people started paying attention.” A ripple of laughter moved through the crowd. “And today,” he continued, drawing

It sounds more like a question too. That makes one of his dark brows curl up at me. God, he’s so intense. “Are you sure? Because I think it’s more than you on the line.” The bastard. He knows about my sister and parents. How? I don’t know how, but he knows. He’s richer than sin and clearly has access to whatever information he wants. “I’ll sweeten the deal, and you won’t have to take care of anything. I can have everything arranged for this Saturday. I’ll pay for everything, including the divorce when the time comes.”

I lower the blanket and peep on him, ignoring my cellphone completely. He stands up, taking my phone as he is annoyed with the sound already. “Hey!” I screamed, but it was too late. He had already accepted the call. “Nooooo!” I cried as I crawled out of bed to reach him. “Kayleigh David’s husband,” he said as if he needed to introduce himself like that. I watched his face, his eyebrows puckered, his eyes narrowed, and his lips pursed as he listened to Seb. “Sebastian, this is not the best time to talk to her….” He stopped talking and listened to him. “I’m sorry, but you can’t pay me to divorce my wife.” He gritted his teeth, ending the call.