Doted By My Billionaire Husband Dailymotion 소설 & 이야기

Something unwelcome. I retreated behind the partition, giving her space to settle—though unease had already begun to coil in my stomach. Then I heard it. “Look, Mommy! Daddy brought me ice cream!” My heart skipped. “Mr. Velcro,” Homer said warmly. “We’ve got the specialist here. Candice is in good hands now.” My hands went numb. Velcro. Slowly—too slowly—I parted the curtain. There he was. Carter Velcro. My husband.

"Your... your boyfriend?" Although Tessa knew Grant was a notorious playboy, he was still the Young Billionaire of one of the four great families of Springvale, the Hamilton Family. How could he possibly like Fiona? Especially with such an ugly face! What kind of spell did this wretched Fiona cast on him? Tessa was furious inside but pretended to be concerned, "Fiona, I know your life is tough. You have to work and deliver food part-time to earn money for your father’s medical bills. It's really hard, but you can't take shortcuts foolishly."

And she knew exactly how to beat him without spending a fortune. But Elias did not stop. “Fifteen million,” Elias announced, his focus locked entirely on the display case, his resolve harder than steel. “Twenty million,” Liam countered from above, sounding almost bored. Back and forth it went, Elias from the main floor, Liam from the shadows, pushing the numbers to dizzying heights. The crowd watched in pure awe. “Who are these people?” someone whispered. “It’s like money means nothing to them!”I’ve never seen wealth like this… It’s unbelievable.”

How long has he waited for this? "Awn, you look sad, don't be, love, this is really a good thing for you, I mean just like you said, you are finally going to be free of the torture," "He is my husband," I muttered under my breath. "And yet he calls me in the middle of the night to express his desires to have me at the other side of the bed and not you," yet again, her words were like a bomb, brutally ripping my heart into a million tiny pieces.

A smug smile playing between his lips. "The hell I care. I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Your husband is one of the top billionaires in California, I earned a million dollars every day, billions every week and I can give you anything you want. I can support you with all your needs, put billions into your account and even take you to different countries around the world."

I walked out of her office with my head bowed low like a dying flower. ******* Plush curtains. Priceless work of art, antique furnishings and vast space surrounded me. My home was beautiful. Thanks to my billionaire husband, Andre Luster. Andre had taste and it reflected in everything around him. I had married my college sweetheart, even though my father let me, I could still hear the notes of reluctance in his voice. He had asked me not to settle and I told him I didn’t settle. Andre loved me. He was fuckingly rich and I had everything I needed, well except for a baby.

he said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of longing. Sophia's eyes narrowed, her red lips pouting in protest. "What's wrong, Sebastian? You seemed to enjoy it a moment ago." Sebastian's face twisted in a grimace. "I'm a married man, Sophia. I love my wife, Abigail. I can't do this to her." Sophia's laughter was like a knife, cutting through the air with a mocking tone. "Love? You call that love? You're here with me, you left your wife on your honeymoon?"

“Get out.” “Let me know what time our nuptials are taking place and if I need to bring anything other than myself, bunny boo, dumpling fiancé dear. I’m so looking forward to it.” “Get. Out.” “That’s the nicest proposal I’ve ever heard. Thank you for being so considerate and romantic,” I toss out dryly while scuttling for the door.

By the time the cake was in the oven, Malik was sprawled on his bed (still on my screen), Denise was painting her nails, and Zendaya was eating chips so loudly I threatened to mute her. “So, Wifey,” Malik drawled, eyes gleaming mischievously, “when are we meeting this husband of yours? You can’t hide him forever.” I licked batter off my finger. “Correction: I don’t hide him. He hides himself behind endless work, briefcases, and boring meetings.” Denise smirked. “But let’s be real, he’s hot, right? Like, painfully hot? Cold, serious billionaire with smoldering eyes kind of hot?”

I'm counting hours so that I can meet him. I know it sounds a bit overzealous but you don't get to have hot sex with a billionaire sex God every now and then,who also happens to be my husband. Fate must have thrown some cruel tragedies at me but yet it was so benevolent when it comes to my husband. He is generous enough to buy me best of comforts including subscription from countless streaming platforms. I'm more than indebted to him. He had really saved me from marrying a guy I don't love and also gave me a job without a boring moment. A woman would hardly be happy as me at the moment. It seems I have it all.