Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

But why me? Mr Everhart carries on, still calm as ever. “And that’s not even counting the other perks that come with being my wife. Lifetime health insurance, a generous monthly stipend,” he pauses and then adds, “basically anything you want. All you have to do is be my wife for one year.” My heart starts beating like a marching band. I bite my lower lip, thinking. I’m definitely not thrilled about becoming a billionaire’s human-pet but…$10 million? And lifetime health insurance? That’s no joke.

He was a fricking billionaire but all the money in the world couldn't find her and her supposed lover or their whereabouts. And here she was now,almost 7 years later trying to upheaval his emotions and his life. His thoughts drifted to Alina who must be patiently waiting back home for him.A wife who he had married out of convenience but had begun to see her little quirks.She loved to dance barefoot in the kitchen,she loved cooking so much,it was something she did in her pass time and she was an amazing cook and baker. She gave really good advice and was well-educated.She was emotional and dramatic,but all women were like that.Even Paulina.

"A lot of young folks are growing rapidly these days. A month of your silence could get your name pulled under the carpet. You think this life is only about doing what you like?" "See, I'm married to a beautiful wife, a billionaire's daughter but am I happy? No. She isn't in my heart, but I have to survive somehow.. "he utters, breathing heavily. My head tilts to the side, and I couldn't be any irritated seeing him admit this after five years. " You're just pathetic, "I commented and spare him a look. "But my case is different. I can live on two hundred years with my current assets.

But it's okay, I can go with her to register the marriage right now and will prepare the wedding as quickly as possible. “We are husband and wife, this will never change. Be good, Alisa, follow me home. Your husband is now a billionaire, he has a lot of money and...” “No, we are not. There is nothing to prove that you are my husband… please forgive me, I already have a boyfriend, ah, no, I already have a fiancé.”

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

“Right. Late husband. As I was saying, the debts accumulated under Mr. Whitmore’s name—” “My name,” I snapped. “My name was on everything., I was his wife. His partner.” That earned a pitying glance from him. “That may be, but the accounts are overdrawn. There’s nothing left to negotiate.” Two weeks. That’s all they gave me, fourteen days before my house was gone. A lifetime spent among New York’s elite, and not a single person willing to help me with some money, Eleanor has been a great help but there was only so much she could do.

His band's tour had finally come to an end as he was preparing for his six month hiatus and his apartment was ready, just in time for him to move in. I knew that many of my friends from both our high school days and college days would be in attendance, and I knew that the news of me marrying a very powerful man had spread around, so I knew I had to look and play the role of a billionaire's wife. I sighed “this new life is surely an exhausting and tiring one”. “I wonder why he decided to invite our old classmates to his housewarming party. I would ask him when I got there”, I said to myself.

While working, she glanced at the crumpled piece of paper still lying on the blanket. "Mr. Blackwood came last night, didn't he?" the nurse asked with a warm smile. "He said he couldn't sleep because he was worried about you. Coming all the way at midnight like that." Alina didn't answer. "You're so lucky, Ma'am," the nurse continued, her voice full of genuine admiration. "Having such an attentive husband. Handsome, wealthy, and devoted. Coming every day, bringing flowers, asking about your condition down to the smallest detail." She let out a small sigh. "These days, husbands like that are very rare. Not every woman is as fortunate as you, Ma'am."

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

“We’d say that you have to sell your place, and it’s taken longer than expected to put it on the market. Also, we wanted to keep things as separate as possible until we were married and then still keep our living arrangements and relationship private.” “I live in a freaking duplex, and I rent,” I said sardonically. “I’ll think of something.” This is crazy. Of all the things I expected when I walked in here, marriage was not on the table. “You can’t pay me to be your wife! That’s…everyone would think that I got this huge bonus and a promotion for doing um…uh…doing inappropriate things with you!” I don’t mention how my constant defending him to people here would be a big red flag.