Falling For My Billionaire Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

I felt conflicted as I tried not to text him back, my hands clicked away on the keypad wanting to tell him where I was when the TV came up showing his engagement with a young heiress. His smile was so wide that I clenched on the phone. Thorns pierced through my heart, wriggling it in until I slammed the phone against the TV, making sure it had a dent on his face. My hands slipped on my stomach when it ached. He had never smiled at me that way, he had …my eyes went dim when I felt a trickle down my leg and a shriek raced out of my lips as I dropped to the ground, darkness enclosing me.

* *Of course he is a billionaire, he would surely have more than one credit cards* If I run away right now, he would find me.. or attack My Dad. I sighed. "Hey dear, are you done shopping?" I saw the old fool walking up to me. I gave a eye roll and walked ahead of him. ~ "What's with that girl" ~"She lacks manners" ~"I dare not walk out of my grandfather" I overheard some girls gossiping. They know nothing! He is not my grandfather! I felt like yelling the exact thing to them but it's a shame on my part.. I'm married to this old man because of his money.

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.

She trailed off and it was my turn to smirk. I flaunted the mobile in front of her, “Now that I got your phone, Sister dearest, I will use it as a reminder for you and your father to behave." Eyeing her blackened face, "If you make one mistake, everybody will see how anxious and desperate my gorgeous sister is to find a wealthy husband to get married to. She would go as far as to marry a man who obviously doesn't want her." I stated and turned around, leaving her dumbfounded.

We slept together on a daily basis but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire. I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up. It was at my wedding I knew that my husband to be was an heir to a company . . crazy huh?. I looked at the clock that was hung on the wall and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work . “Fuck!” I stood up And made my way to the bathroom immediately

“Half a year ago Tiffany almost got married. She has prepared all her wedding parties with her future husband who has been dating her for a year. His name is Leo, the man of Asian descent managed to captivate Tiffany in the first second when Tiffany met him at the office, because Leo happened to be the head of the division at her company. Their life after officially dating never had a problem. The two of them were always fine, and Tiffany never complained about Leo either. “But when the wedding was about to take place, a woman suddenly came to Tiffany. She was wailing at Tiffany's feet in the last thirty minutes before Tiffany walked to the altar. The woman claimed to be pregnant with Leo's

Yes, we didn’t start right—but didn’t we find something real along the way? I thought what we had was finally becoming real. I thought we were finally falling for each other. But I was wrong. And now, my husband… was going to marry another woman.

If I did, my intrusive thoughts would win. “I’ll leave you two to your conversation,” I told both of them before I trudged up the stairs. Brandon knew better than to stop me. I wasn’t feeling sleepy earlier, but as soon as I lay on the bed, I wanted to sleep and wake up to find out that this part of my life was a nightmare. I made a phone call before I eventually drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I realized that my husband impregnating another woman was truly my reality.