Billionaire Husband Sebastian Novels & Stories

What is it with her excitement, if I didn't know about her relationship, I would have believed she has a crush on him. "Nadia, why are you so excited about him huh?" "Are you kidding? That is Greg Huston, everyone has a crush on him, including me, no offense to my boyfriend." She rasped. "And who is Greg Huston?" I was resisting the urge to smack her hard on the head so she could snap back to Life. "He is the cutest boy in my school, and the richest too. His Dad is in the NBA and his mom, an actress, so he's quite popular too."

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.

I explained, my voice cracking from the pain I felt. Veronica was trying so hard to paint me as a drug addict. “I don't take hard drugs. I swear, Tristan. You know me…” “No, I don't! I don't know you anymore, Arlene. Just a week ago we agreed to get married and now this? Our wedding is in a month but I'm getting married to a junkie? A murderer? What do you take me for? The guy you tried to kill…he is my cousin. Arlene, he is my distant cousin. He just came into town for our wedding! Fuck this!” Tristan bellowed, banging his hands on the desk before me.

“But I didn’t make the connection until tonight. Dahlia Miller, heiress to Miller Vineyard is also Sebastian Hawthorne’s ex-wife.” The way he said it made my skin crawl. I wrapped my arms around myself even though the evening was still warm. “So what?” “I knew Sebastian had divorced his wife recently. Everyone in our circle heard about it — how he finally dropped the nobody he’d been keeping hidden and started showing up with Arabella Montclair. I just never realized that nobody was you.” “Thanks for that assessment.” “But the Millers?” He let out a low whistle. “Your family’s assets make the Montclairs look like they’re playing with pocket change. It’s not even close.”

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

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go

The rays of the sun touch our faces. "Have you ever planned to see the sunset with any of your girlfriends?" I asked him. "Never tell your wife about your girlfriend. it is my motto" He said with a grin. I rolled my eyes. "But I am interested to know about my husband's love life. We both know how our marriage is. And everyone in the city knows you are a playboy. maybe there was a girl you think you want to spend all your life with her and see the sunset like this" I asked him with curiosity.