Do Me Again My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

They all began murmuring. " Sir, There is speculation about you keeping your alleged mistress in your mansion because you plan on divorcing your wife.." my smile brightened when I heard that and decided to ack coquettishly.. I wrapped my hands around his forearm, hugging him tightly.. " They're not just false news being spread by competitors but unfortunately my husband and I are very much in love and won't be getting a divorce." All this time Kristen was staring at me lovingly and I couldn't help but blush even more..

“Mom doesn’t care. This bitch made you refuse the arranged marriage with Shirley! She made you defy Dad and Mom. She changed you, Bruce!” “I have changed, Mom. Sharon changed me. She made me realize that happiness is not just about wealth. All this time, you only cared about money and never thought about my happiness as your child. And even before I met Sharon, I had already firmly rejected the arranged marriage. I brought Sharon here to seek your blessing. Because I still remember that you are my parents.” “Even if we were dead, we would never agree to your marriage!” Dean firmly said. Aileen nodded, agreeing with her husband’s words.

Upon hearing that Bruno had been severely beaten and the Sandall Group was nearly bankrupt, Helen exclaimed with satisfaction, "I didn't expect that your husband would be so awesome. Mr. Parker is a man of few words but ruthless actions!" "What husband? We're not even engaged yet!" Isabella blushed. "Huh? Weren't you guys engaged last time? What happened...?" Thinking of Richard still being outside, Isabella couldn't talk for too long, "It's a long story. I'd like to tell you face to face when you come back..." "Okay." After hanging up the phone, Isabella threw the crumpled wet tissue into the trash can and touched her hot face. Helen had reminded her, so she quickly texted Joseph to tell hi

I felt weird being rolled around in a wheelchair but I couldn't deny it felt way better than walking on my own. "Don't answer if it's too personal, but is Mr Monroe your husband?" the nurse asked me out of the blue. "Yes," I simply answered, not in the mood for small talk. "Oh. I knew it had to be. He was so broken when he brought you in. I can tell he loves you very much. I know you both must have a beautiful marriage." I rolled my eyes. She didn't know what was going on, on the inside. But how could she? She was probably one of those people who always read billionaire romance stories and imagined I was in a happy romantic relationship since my husband was famously rich and quite handsome.

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

"Neither do I want it." "You’re not kidding anyone, Amelia," Joshua said with a bark of laughter. "Who in the world will be against having a little bit of extra money? Besides, I know all about you― your old man might not have been willing to share the news about his little family, but the tabloid magazines sure did. You have a rich ex-husband and an even richer fiancé. You’re practically rolling in dough right now!" "If you paid attention to the gossip magazines then you would’ve known that while I was married to my ex-husband, I was the sole breadwinner of the family," Amelia hissed. "I am used to working hard for some cash, not begging others shamelessly."

I mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Trying?" she repeated. "I can’t see that." She gestured at me like I have every reason to be embarrassed. I honestly didn’t see anything wrong with me. "Your husband is Jack Winehouse, baby girl. One of the hottest billionaires in the world. And you dress like a virgin grandma from the eighties." She moved to sit beside me, gripping my shoulders. "You have to do better." "Better?" I echoed. "What, dress like a bimbo?"

she blurted out. “You quit your last job just to marry me, and now you want to find another? Does that make any sense to you, Sienna? ”I knelt in front of her, giving her a wicked look. “You shouldn't be working, my dear wife. That’s the 'perk' of marrying a billionaire. So, suck it up and enjoy the show while I make your life hell. Don't even think about revenge; you’re too weak. I can snap my fingers and make you cry. Imagine what happens if I really try.”

When the crowd began to thin, Damion leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear in what appeared to be an affectionate gestures but his words sent a cold chill down her spine. “Just so you know, this marriage was a business deal,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Now we’re almost done with the charade, I thought you should know that I own you now and you are to do exactly as I say or else your parents will suffer if you refuse me, and I’m sure you love your parents so much than to watch them suffer.”