Falling For My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody. I fall for him like an idiot obviously, and I tried my best every day to show him that he can trust me and he can give me a chance. But the big Hunter just ignored all my prays, all my tears and all my pain, and now I am ready to throw out the towel and leave this marriage before is too late for me. Maybe you will ask why I want to leave this marriage with a billionaire, where I can have everything and I can have an amazing life which most people just dream of.

It wasn't just the sex, though what he was currently doing to me was making it hard to think of anything else. It was how he made me feel. Safe. Wanted. Perfect. I closed my eyes, reveling in his arms. I was falling for him. I was falling for the billionaire. A billionaire. “Something wrong?” Bastian asked, pulling back, his eyes dark with lust and want. I had frozen without meaning to. He was a billionaire. I couldn't be falling for him. I shouldn't be falling for him. It was like falling for a prince, and I was no Cinderella. There was no way I would ever fit in his billionaire world.

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

It was my first time being in such big hospital that for a second, I had almost thought there wasn't a bathroom and could have puked on the floor and embarrassed myself. Despite being married to one of the wealthiest men in New York, I never got to enjoy such privilege except the few times that Jared insisted on taking me himself, Nichole was all Liam cared about. I hope they both finally have the peaceful happily ever after that they seek. I pushed the thought of him to the back of my head and headed back to the ward. Barely halfway into the room, it suddenly struck me the condition I was in. The divorce had clouded my memory, the trauma from Nichole's ridicule ate deep into me, and I had t

“Jess, I’m too messed up to understand your twisted words.” She sighed. “I mean, look on the brighter side. You did marry your ex-boyfriend, which is pretty awful, I agree, but he is also a super successful, young billionaire. He is a major public figure. And imagine what being his wife could do to you.” “It can do a lot of things. One, it may project me as someone who had to marry someone rich because I wasn’t rich enough. Two, it can make my slowly accelerating career have flat tyres and come to an abrupt end. Three, it can make me obliged to sleep on a couch that would eventually dislocate my backbone.”

“I honestly don’t know. Maybe it’s pride? I couldn’t accept that I almost fell for a gold digger’s trap. I, Abriella Isla Zobel, failed to see his true intentions.” “Am I really that desperate for love?” My voice wavered, almost breaking. Mara went closer and wrapped her arms around me in a comforting hug. My tears began to fall, and I hugged her back, allowing my emotions to spill over. “Don’t say that,” she murmured. “So many people love you. We love you. Your family loves you.” “But not the one I truly love,” I whispered, barely audible. I had already made up my mind to tell Mara everything—my feelings for her husband included. If I wanted to move forward, I had to confess. And besides, I

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.

She tried so hard to hold them back, but her voice cracked as she whispered, “It’s really, really okay.” I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands found her shoulders, gripping them firmly but gently. “Sophie,” I said, my voice dropping low, “I am your husband.” That broke her. Tears spilled from her eyes as she sobbed, her words tumbling out in broken fragments. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t tell you that I...I have a very bad family. My parents only like my brother and my younger brother, not me. They want to marry me to an old cripple in exchange for a dowry.”

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.”