Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

A man who looked like he was ready to take the reins without burning the empire to the ground. And me? I had a sister who needed heart surgery. Parents are drowning in debt after our logistics business crashed. My master's degree at Oxford was hanging by a thread because I was working three part-time jobs just to survive. So yes. When a billionaire offers you a deal that can save your family, you don't overthink it. I married him. I smiled for the cameras. Stood by his side at charity events. Learned how to wear expensive dresses. Stayed out of his way like the contract demanded.

“I’m tired of smiling at parties, looking like we’re happily married, when really, I’m just a trophy wife to him.” “I wish I had never married him.” “Sure, being Mrs. Smith sounds good on paper, but it’s a living hell.” “I’m just—tired. I—I don’t know what to do,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry.” “I’m so sorry that you feel this way.” “I know I’m not as wealthy as Mr. Smith, but…” He stopped mid-sentence. “But what?” he looked into his eyes hoping for something, anything. “Frankly speaking, if you were my wife, I’d never allow even a single tear to fall from your eyes.”

“Fine. Entertain me. Why are you here, husband?” Damien’s stomach twisted at the word. But he had no option than to speak. He needed him and must get him no matter how rude he sounds. All he needed was to play along. “Because,” he paused, then exhaled. The thought of telling Lucas the main reason why he wanted him stocked him. Questions filled his mind but he waved it off, after all he must know. “My father has commanded me to get a wife before he could fully give the Blackwell Enterprises to me. If I don’t fulfill that command within the next two months, I will lose everything and will have no share in the business..”

As I said that, the doctor walked back into the room, carefully pushing a cart with, what I can only assume, is an ultrasound machine. “What is your name?” I ask. I figure I will start with something simple. “Dr. Beth Tammel.” She doesn’t even look up as she is setting up her screen and getting her ultrasound equipment organized. “Why does Benedict have you?” Dominique is not a shy one. Always asking what everyone else was thinking. “My husband was ex-military and made some bad business contacts and decided that was the best route once he was out. He got greedy and it cost him his life, and mine.” You could hear the hostility in her tone.

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

He says As we start moving to the cafeteria in the office building. "So how does it feel living with a billionaire? You didn't even bother calling me. At first I was worried about how your insemination went and the next thing I see is my best friend who's an independent career woman getting married to a hot sexy italian billionaire."He says with a shocked look on his face. "I mean I was shocked, Because he swore never to get married"He says..

Soon, a couple of paparazzi came to our reception, spoiling our supposed to be the first dance. Of course, a billion worth of marriage is breaking news! Two rival families joined as one is a century worth history. It was that kind of cliché - the not so normal billionaire cliché. But the fact that Gabriel had actually moved to his penthouse after the reception had finished was insane - for me at least. Not to mention the week-long honeymoon vacation spent by only me in Miami. Only me, swimming on the beach while he types away on that piece of metal they call 'laptop' somewhere inside his 'cave'.

family, children is really too much for me after that. i spend my life or I can say devote my life in my business and because of my luck and hard work it turn me into billionaire I am rich and my net worth was 5 billion dollars and I was all alone in my big house. always busy in work and never feel loneliness maybe because I really like my work and I am 25 years old rich single adult but one day things change I get phone and they told me my college friend and her husband die in car accident it was invitation for funeral and that really make me depressed. I was thinking if I never let her go that day. run away with her or maybe beg for her hand then she can live happily and with cute smile