Novel & Cerita Falling For My Billionaire Husband

"The Willis can’t do much to me anyway, and if anyone tries to harm you, then, I would break them really bad that they would wish they didn’t have such foolish thoughts in the first place." Why did everything he said make my heart flutter? It was probably because I was pregnant. I was feeling too much emotions, that is all. I have learnt my lesson with Nathan, falling for a Willis was a bad decision, and it didn’t matter if I was already married to one. Or, if this one made things look so beautiful without even trying. It changes nothing. As he moved towards the stairs, he suddenly turned to look at me. "And, before I forget, you need to dress up in casual clothes tomorrow because we are goi

Wendy said, crossing her hand over her chest. “Leaving in a mansion and not this thing you call a house. Driving one of the expensive cars around town instead of using a taxi. Having a man that compliments your status in the society. A man who can foot your bills and treat you like a queen. I mean a man who can defend you.” “If this is your definition of better then I will like to inform you that my husband is all this and more.” She responded proudly. “You must be joking,” Caleb laughed. “I am not.” Wendy rubbed her forehead and said, “I have a lot to attend to, you can leave.”

I didn't expect Michael Smith to be the first man to comfort me with his words. "Michael... I mean, Mr..." I couldn't finish my statement as I felt his lips on mine. This came as a shock to me. Michael doesn't love me? All he needed was comfort after Emma's betrayal and alliance. There's no way I'm going to be used this way. I'll be the only one suffering because... I've fallen deeply in love with my fake husband. I've fallen in love with a billionaire for the second time. "No," I said, breaking the kiss, as I couldn't stare at him.

The way he’d given me Veridian and the air rights and believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. “No.” Eleanor’s smile faltered slightly. “No?” “I’m not taking your money. I’m not canceling the wedding. I’m marrying your son because I love him. Not because of a contract. Not because of money. Because he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’d be an idiot to walk away.” “Twenty million dollars—” “Isn’t enough. There isn’t enough money in the world to make me leave him.” Eleanor’s expression hardened. “You’re making a mistake.”

Casual. “You have a husband!” I hiss, taking a step forward. My voice is shaking, but the fury is stabilizing me. “You married Roman Vale six months ago. The hottest billionaire in the city. If you’re so desperate to fuck someone, why don’t you go screw your husband?” She exhales a cloud of smoke, her eyes glittering with cold malice.

Sometimes I threw up in the middle of a shift and had to pretend it was nothing. “Are you okay?” my manager asked one afternoon as I wiped down a table, pale and trembling. “Just hungry,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m okay.” But I wasn’t. I was exhausted. Frightened. Stretched thin in every possible way. But I kept going. I had to. I decided I wasn’t going to get rid of this child—just like Jackson wanted. I had to fight for this baby. I couldn’t imagine it. Just months ago, I had been a billionaire’s wife. I had servants at my beck and call, a driver, designer clothes, luxury.

I quickly cleared while she rolled her eyes again. “If that’s how you want to paint it, then it’s okay. I don’t care though, I’m only interested in seeing you have that good life we’ve always wished and dreamed of. Do you have an idea what it would be like if you get married to him? He’s a fucking billionaire got crying out loud! You’d never have to wear that silly uniform ever again! You’d never have to tolerate all the disrespect from the nasty men here. You’d access to the real world. Your presence will command respect from the same people you look up to now. You will never have to worry about silly bills like we do every night. How can you not see what I’m seeing, Diane? This is the chan

I folded it carefully, sliding it deep inside the pocket of my overcoat. I looked down at him. He was broken, trembling, and utterly dismantled, his head resting against his chest as he wept silent, agonizing tears of pain and defeat. I had the signature. I had the confession. But as I looked at his ruined face, the calculating side of my brain was still tracking the missing puzzle piece. He was a billionaire. He ran a massive global motorsport division. He had risked his entire career, his reputation, and his physical health to fly across the Atlantic and play husband to a woman he had never seen before.

“I’m going to get a taste of those goodies first and then I’ll stash you somewhere until your billionaire husband comes through with some cool cash for me.” “So, you’re kidnapping me?” “More or less,” he said with a shrug. “Y’all didn’t think I was just going to sit around and eat fancy meals with you guys all day without making a move, huh? That stupid bitch brought me here and wouldn’t even spare me some cash so I can go out and do something fun. All she ever wants is sex, sex, and more sex. What a dirty old woman!” “Why did you come here with her if you don’t really like her?”

“Fallon, we have a chef. I’m not about to start burning eggs just because we slept together.” I laughed, burying my face in the pillow. “I keep forgetting my husband is a billionaire.” “Good,” he said smugly. “I’m not sure you could survive the married-to-a-regular-guy version of me.” We got up slowly, taking our time. I wrapped myself in his robe—thick, black, way too big—and padded barefoot down the hall while he threw on a pair of joggers and followed behind. The mansion was quiet. The kind of quiet that usually felt cold. But today? It felt like ours. And maybe that was the biggest shift of all.