Falling For My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

Chapter 164 Sasha's POV While Sienna and her husband were going through their own problems, I was also going through mine with my husband. I just discovered a shocking truth. I had been married to my husband for a few months now and everything seemed perfect. We were in love and I thought we had a strong foundation of trust. But, I just found out that my husband was the son of a billionaire.

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

he asked me with full of seriousness. I nodded my head at the same time shook it because I remembered that day when Melvin's grandfather who was at that time the head of this small society ,he warned my parents and my grandparents that no one can be richer than them and also if anyone who tries to break those rules will suffer like me that's the first day when they found out me engaged to Richard,who is a billionaire. I was brought back to reality when Richard said,"hey,you alright!!"

What's the use of being her husband when the trust wasn't solid enough? "She's so stupid," Lilian heard Emily scoff inside. "She thought you were my cousin then she foolishly fell in love with you and signed her company over to you after you simply got married to her, not knowing I am the only one you love. She's such a good little pawn, isn't she? Now take a good look at us. We're fucking rich, Wilson! We are wealthy with her money floating everywhere!" Emily exclaimed loudly, giggling and laughing.

I wonder what Adrain thinks about me. From his reaction and behavior, it's obvious he doesn't like me. Great my life is going to be like a fucking W*****d story. The billionaire husband maltreats the girl who falls in love with him first then, later he falls for her and they live happily ever after. We all moved to the living room after dinner. They discussed about business while I on the other hand sat there completely bored and left out from their conversation. This stupid dress was starting to itch I was thinking when Taylor spoke up

and I broke her. "It's okay. Cry." As I sat there with Bo, I realized I had lost her forever. The only person I allowed myself to love fully and who loved me back. It's over, we both fell and it hurt us in the end. The Falling of us.

In my twenty years of age, I'd never had a boyfriend, I had no idea how I was supposed to seduce a man. But as long as such a large sum was involved, I was willing to learn fast, "What man?" "His name is Ian Harrison, and he's the CEO of Harrison worldwide." Her face screwed up, "He's rumoured to be a heartless monster. He even killed his first wife." And she wanted me to seduce such a man? This was a suicide mission. "I'm supposed to marry that man!" She spat, "But I refuse to become a sacrificial lamb to that sick bastard. I'm taking my own fate into my hands, and you're going to help me."

Like I really was just a one-night stand to him. Shaking my head, I push the disappointment away. I knew it was nothing more than that. Sighing, I scoop up the flash drive from the desk and leave the office. “Don’t get your hopes up. He’s a billionaire, and you’re just a housewife whose husband cheated on her,” Madison remarks arrogantly as I walk past her desk. It’s true. If it wasn’t for the random stop at the bar and the alcohol, we never would’ve crossed paths.

Nina woke to the silent hum of machines. Her head is pounding and her throat is dry and scratchy. Her long beautiful lashes blinked open to take in the strange room with white walls and ceiling. So many wires are attached to her hands. Her body feels sour too. Slowly she recalled what happened. Her handsome and extremely rich husband Theodore Morrison, whom she loves more than herself asked her for a divorce. Three days ago...

I mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Trying?" she repeated. "I can’t see that." She gestured at me like I have every reason to be embarrassed. I honestly didn’t see anything wrong with me. "Your husband is Jack Winehouse, baby girl. One of the hottest billionaires in the world. And you dress like a virgin grandma from the eighties." She moved to sit beside me, gripping my shoulders. "You have to do better." "Better?" I echoed. "What, dress like a bimbo?"