Falling For My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

She opened her phone and tried to turn off her notifications, but she saw an unusually eye-catching comment in the comments section. "Only a fool would believe that Caroline's husband is a rich heir like Mr. Sorkin. Do you still not understand why she never reveals who her husband is?" Someone replied, "Do you have the inside story?" That person replied immediately, "Of course, Caroline's husband is a driver. I've seen him pick Caroline up from work more than once." "No way. Although Evans Group has fallen, Caroline's ex is the heir of the Morrison family. It's impossible for her to marry an ordinary man, right?"

I felt weird being rolled around in a wheelchair but I couldn't deny it felt way better than walking on my own. "Don't answer if it's too personal, but is Mr Monroe your husband?" the nurse asked me out of the blue. "Yes," I simply answered, not in the mood for small talk. "Oh. I knew it had to be. He was so broken when he brought you in. I can tell he loves you very much. I know you both must have a beautiful marriage." I rolled my eyes. She didn't know what was going on, on the inside. But how could she? She was probably one of those people who always read billionaire romance stories and imagined I was in a happy romantic relationship since my husband was famously rich and quite handsome.

I’m sure he could see the tears. “Alright, ma.” But my mind was still filled with thoughts of Leo. It refused to let him go. I just thought—if I got this job, it wouldn’t be bad to be close to a billionaire. Since dating a broke guy like Leo didn’t work out, I guess a billionaire and a personal maid would work out. I smiled at that thought. I didn’t even notice when the car pulled up to the place. “We are here, ma,” the driver said as he stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the car door for me. As I stepped out, I walked straight toward a tall gate. I guessed that gate alone was worth a million.

“In simple terms… you may never be able to have children.” His world stopped. THE BROKEN MARRIAGE His wife stayed for a year. She pretended to care ,pretended to love him. Until she realized the truth: He couldn’t give her a child. She packed her bags one morning, rolling her expensive suitcase across the marble floor. “Where are you going?” Andy whispered. She looked at him with disgust. “I didn’t marry you to be childless. I married you to build a dynasty. And you’re… useless.” She walked away, leaving her wedding ring on the table.

"Your... your boyfriend?" Although Tessa knew Grant was a notorious playboy, he was still the Young Billionaire of one of the four great families of Springvale, the Hamilton Family. How could he possibly like Fiona? Especially with such an ugly face! What kind of spell did this wretched Fiona cast on him? Tessa was furious inside but pretended to be concerned, "Fiona, I know your life is tough. You have to work and deliver food part-time to earn money for your father’s medical bills. It's really hard, but you can't take shortcuts foolishly."

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

Damien’s POV The board applauded when I walked in, and I felt nothing. That was becoming a pattern I chose not to examine. "Record quarter," my CFO said, sliding the numbers across. "Best in the company's history. The market loves the new image, Damien. They love the story." The story. The self-made billionaire, the beautiful fiancee, the little girl, the family that had it all. We'd sold it and the world had bought it at a premium.

That was all. It wasn’t his money nor property I was after. I had enough of my own, my family inheritance digging much deeper into pockets than his — albeit Fred never knew anything about this. I was thankful then that I had never shared any of this information with him. He had no idea about the rich upbringing I came from… As much as I adored my husband, I knew Nancy was his first, true love. I had always known deep down it was his grandfather who pushed our marriage. The head of the Walker family. More of a contract to him, than anything.

She sank to the floor, covering her face with her hands. “I was a fool for agreeing to marry into your family. I was blind back then. I thought I’d live a good life by marrying into the Lazaro family, but I didn’t expect to fall into this abyss. You’re the eldest son, but they don’t plan to pass any of your family’s wealth down to you because you allowed Hadrianna to marry Desmond.” Alberto approached his wife and wrapped her in his arms. “Your father said all I had to do was marry you, and I wouldn’t have to worry about anything else. But what is this hell we’re living in now? Your entire family lives in a vast villa near the mansion, yet why don’t we?”

"Are you insane?" Leon’s expression remained unreadable. "No. But I am a businessman. And this is a mutually beneficial transaction." Transaction. The word made my stomach churn. I shook my head. "Look I don't know what you are trying to achieve, but I am not interested in being part of it. I just found out my husband was a liar and a cheat. I’m not about to jump into another—" "This isn’t about love." His words cut through my protest, firm and unwavering.