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He leaned closer, "But you seem to forget how rich your husband is." I raised an eyebrow. He chuckled, "And the fact that I have a private jet for situations like this." I stared at him. A private jet. Of course. Another convenient explanation. I scoffed softly, "That's true." I looked directly into his eyes, "My billionaire husband." His smile widened, "Exactly." "Your money can indeed get you anything." I said. "Almost anything." He replied. His thumb moved gently against my waist. I immediately stepped away.

Mr Moore smiled, "son, your dad is really tired and your questions ain't helping. I want__" Than intruded.. "You want to see my wife right be faster than your shadow doesn't make you a genius keep quiet and listen Than. I do not want to see your wife yet, neither do I intend on asking of her. I'm only interested in your marriage certificate, besides you are still the same man who scheduled me to meet my daughter-in-law on my birthday. Just like I proposed. I'm not in a haste. "My marriage certificate is in your study room dad and I have kept some CDs of our wedding so you can watch," dan said, purely. Apathy showed in Mr Moore's face.

The poor guy was giving an assuring smile to Krishika but little did he know how fatal this smile was going to be for him. To know more, stay connected with the story," My Husband Is A Billionaire Son-in-law" *********************************** Like, share and vote.

This whole thing was bizarre. I loved it but I couldn't digest it. The CEO, my billionaire husband just made me breakfast. I took a small bite of it. It was delicious. I was gawking at him in astonishment while eating my breakfast. My lucky star was shining today more. He's my lucky star. He didn't look at me staring at him. I was tempted to talk anything to him. He ate his breakfast silently. I did the same. Though, I wanted something more out of his silence.

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.

“Wow. Wow. Wow. I can see you would rather your nudes trend than release such a small amouth from your husband’s surplus. Let’s fool ourself marigold. Your husband is a billionaire.” My anger rises to its peak. Isn’t this idiot listening to me?! Yes, my husband is a billionaire but what can I do when he had blatantly refused to give me a cent? Instead he would prefer to lecture me on how to work for my money like dahlia! “Do you know the money I would be making off this video on social media? The wife of a reputable man caught on camera banging the cock of another man would make such a juicy trend. I’ve nothing to loose here. Infact I’ll be making triple of the amount I’m asking you. If you

"Don't. Don't go there. He was here. He saw you get married. He gave you his blessing. That's what he wanted. Now let him rest and you celebrate." She was right. I forced the worry down and rejoined the party. Damien returned an hour later, pulling me into his arms. "He's settled. Resting comfortably. Told me to tell you to stop worrying and dance with your husband." "Did he now?" "Mmhmm. Said, and I quote, 'My daughter married a billionaire. The least he can do is dance with her properly.'" I laughed despite the tightness in my chest. "He's not wrong."

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."

“Oh Common, your husband is a billionaire and quite influential. He is all you need” “What do you mean” I furrowed my brows.

“Thank you so much, Doctor,” said Mr. Alex Smith. June found herself completely captivated by the handsome stranger who was supposedly her husband. A rich, woody masculine scent filled the air as he stepped closer to her. Alex released a sigh of relief and held her lightly by the shoulders, gently swiping away her tears with his thumb. “I’m here now. Oh… I don’t know what to say. You probably don’t remember me. I’m just so glad you’re finally awake,” he said in a low, captivating voice.