Billionaire's Wife Novels & Stories

“Christ, Christ, and Christ. Congratulations boo. Well, I cannot believe it. Wait, I am sorry. You are Christiana Tiger Kelvin now. So, tell me how it feels to be a billionaire’s wife. How does it feel to see bigwigs visiting your manor every day? Tell me about the model of cars he owns. Your place must be a luxurious penthouse. Tell me how it feels to look at the whole city from the top. You must even have a private jet to fly. Am I wrong?” She bombarded my head with her nonstop questions and inquisitiveness to know everything at the spot of the moment. For the first time after my wedding, I realized that getting hitched to a billionaire was probably a big thing. Huh! I tittered at the way

Why do they have to make everything about our husband? I knew how hard I worked for my money while I raised my child. Then I am being recognized as a billionaire's wife alone. "I'm sorry I'm not interested." I answered politely with a huge smile on my face. "Wait! What? Why are you not interested? Haven't you heard about us in social media." "I am so busy working on projects that I barely have anytime to be on social media." I answered the ladies as one of the scoffed. "Why do you have to work when you husband is a billionaire?" Jessie, the lady who had brought me to their midst questioned.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

Keeion and Cyfer straightened up. They were just standing, you know they came from a high family. Your type is hard to reach because almost everything in them is perfect. There is no doubt that many women are obsessed with this cousin. Knowing that they are still super rich and both smart. Not surprisingly, there are many of these two. Handsome, yet rich! If you are God's favorite. But deep inside, I'm curious if anyone has won these two? Is there a woman in the queue who is the winner? Did Keeion and Cyfer choose one of them?

She finally mustered up the courage to look up at her cousin who just asked about her personal life and smiled, “it’s the truth. I haven’t seen my dear husband in six months” Six months was a bit of an understatement. Four years she’s been married to the number one business mogul in the world, four years and she could count the number of times spent with her dear husband Damien Castillo. Seeing the twinge of pity at the corner of her cousin’s eye she sighed deeply, “Come on Jeff. You know my matrimony isn’t the regular- “I don’t care Eva. You should leave him.” “I can’t” “Why??’. Raising his voice in disbelief.

Even if she wanted to keep the baby, she lacked the means to support it. The dean couldn't quite understand, but he surmised that perhaps the big boss didn't want the child. After all, not just anyone could bear a child for the Luxton family. With this thought, his gaze softened with pity towards the young woman before him. What a predicament, he thought. So young, and to think that having a child could secure a position in the Luxton family? Such a long-standing and prestigious family wasn't simply accessible to the common folk.

"The initial capital for the Holloway contract came from my father. I asked him to structure it as a private loan instead of a direct family transfer because I didn't want my husband's success attributed to my name before he'd earned it in the public eye. That was my decision. My husband learned about it twenty minutes ago, same as I imagine you did." The reporter's pen paused mid-motion, clearly not expecting honesty to arrive so plainly. Sophia's composed expression cracked, just slightly, at the corners. "That's quite an admission," Sarah Klein said carefully. "Are you saying your husband was unaware of the source of his own company's founding capital?"

“Do you know how much money I have?” “I can imagine and I also can't imagine,” she laughed. “My husband is worth more than silver and gold to me. I really believe he'll achieve something great in the future.” Eric glanced at Lucas who was sprouting an invisible smile on his face. Ah, now he knew why he couldn't let this one go. “Is that so?” Eric chuckled. “Who knows? Your husband just might be a secret billionaire.” Lucas glared at him but Eric grinned back, making him roll his eyes. He turned to Evelyn instead and looked at her tenderly. Her kind words were warmly received and it fueled his heart with so much warmth for her.