Falling For My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

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 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.

My stomach dropped as I realized what he was looking at. “New York’s youngest billionaire,” Romeo said, his voice cold. “The one who got married recently. That is your husband?” I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. “Jaydon Grey,” he read from the screen, his tone mocking. “Who married his assistant.” He looked up at me, his eyes hard. “Why did I not even consider it? So you were his assistant?” I nodded again, my face burning with shame. I studied his expression, searching for some sign of understanding, but all I saw was anger and betrayal.

“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?”

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.

I had been so caught up in my own world, my business and my friends, that I had neglected my marriage. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to keep my head above water. I needed something to hold onto, something to keep me grounded. That's when I saw him - Ethan, Ryan's billionaire brother, standing in the doorway of our living room. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep concern and understanding. "Lexi, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. "Ryan's having an affair," I blurted out, the words tumbling out of my mouth like a dam breaking.

“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.