Doted By My Billionaire Husband Dailymotion Novels & Stories

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.

"She's clearly incapable of consenting." The stranger's eyes widened in surprise as Sebastian's blows rained down on him. Abigail's eyes fluttered closed, her head lolling to the side as she slumped in her chair. "You're her husband?" the stranger stammered, trying to defend himself. Sebastian's grip tightened, his face twisted in rage. "I'm her husband, and I won't let anyone take advantage of her. Least of all a stranger like you." The music and laughter around them faded into the background as the scene escalated, drawing the attention of the other partygoers.

“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.

They showed several clips of some comments. "I'm just being real. I don't share much about my personal life. My husband and I trust to keep things private." I replied. "Speaking of you husband, seven years and you renewed your vows. How is it being married to a billionaire?" "I never see him as a billionaire. To me he is just Rustin. He takes care of me and our kids and goes to work. We have expensive get away when we can. The fact that he has money is not n factor that made me fall in love with him. I love him because of the man he is." The interview continued after a commercial break.

“You’re working at the hospital as a cleaner?” I barely processed that before another message came in. “Who the hell is this guy helping you out?” I tapped on it, and Ethan’s picture, him shielding me with his hoodie, filled the screen. I scrolled, seeing snapshots of him heading out of the elevator before I followed shortly. My stomach twisted at the headline plastered beneath: “The wife of the billionaire real estate lord spotted with her partner.” “A cheating wife is no good for our Greek god!”

She smiled faintly but didn’t answer. We moved through the private cinema, and she laughed softly at the size of the screen “You…” I looked at her. “Sorry, we have our own cinema. Wow, sorry to ask, but how rich are you?” “Let's just say, I'm a billionaire,” I replied with so much pride. For the first time, I get to boast of my wealth. And then the gym. “I can see where those abs were birthed.” She quickly covered her mouth. I chuckled. “It's fine, Lottie, you can admire me, I'm your husband.

Chapter 7 – Just Stuff, Right? 3/365 Days. VICKY We’ll agree Rue was done bragging about the billionaire he was and who exactly i was getting married to , he offered me breakfast . It was just toast and juice , Nothing extra but i appreciated the effort , he didn’t eat much but he sat down with me while i ate , Wiliams never did that , instead he hated to even see me relax eating or just having a snack , he would make fun of me for it.