Falling For My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

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.

“What happened to you will stain everything I’ve built! You’re young, and you’ve made a mistake. But this?... This is not something we can undo. It’s a problem that could have been prevented.” Elarie was speechless. Her hands trembled as she tried to process what was happening. The man standing in front of her was a stranger, not the father she had grown up with. “He’s not a problem,” she finally said. “He’s my son. I love him.” Alexander’s face crumpled further, if that was possible. “You should have thought about the consequences before you ruined your future and ours,” he snapped. “But now, it’s too late.”

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

“Okay. No interrogation. Just wine and terrible reality TV?” I let out a weak laugh. “That sounds perfect.” An hour later, we were curled up on her couch, glasses of red wine in hand, the TV playing some ridiculous dating show we weren’t even paying attention to. Meera finally broke the silence. “So, are you going to tell me why you’re here instead of wrapped up in your billionaire fiancé’s bed?” I winced. “He’s not my fiancé.” She arched a brow. “Not yet, but let’s be real, we both know where this is headed.”

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

I stared, but he cut me off. “Enough of this,” he growled. “You know, if I were you, I would remember your place, Cassandra.” His voice was stern, threatening. “YOU were the one who insisted on marrying ME. You saw dollar signs right from the start. My mother was right about you. She’s always been right. You’re a trophy wife. Nothing more. You want my money? Go ahead! Spend my money. Go to Greece, or France, or Bora Bora. Clear your head. Just stop being so dramatic.” I trembled with rage. Trophy wife? The sheer audacity! I’d married Jordyn out of love, not for his money. How dare he? I was just about to tell him this when a hand reached over and took my phone.

Allora was a sobbing mess, but he did not care. She tried hard to free his wrist and push him away from her, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held her. Grasping her hands in one of his, he used the other to unbutton his shirt. "Do you want a divorce? First, let's do our duty as your husband and wife. Perhaps I failed to satisfy you adequately, which is why you were thinking of divorcing me, or it could be that you were using the sexual dissatisfaction as an excuse to leave me after six months?” he asked as he trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone."No no..."

Her fingers were shaking so badly that she kept hitting the wrong numbers. "Come on, come on," she muttered to herself, trying to steady her hand. Finally, she got the number right and hit the call button. "911, what's your emergency?" a calm voice answered. Katherina took a deep breath. "Please help me. My husband.... he has collapsed and he is not responding." "What is your address?" ...

My cries and pleas were silenced when he forced his belt opened, making his dick to spring out “The more you scream, the more I enjoy this,” He forced his hardness into my mouth and I bite down on it, tears dripping down my face. He screamed out in pain, the back of his palm meeting my face. “When I'm done with you, you would be regretful.” He said darkly, making me gulp in fright. *You got married to a billionaire didn't you? You though that life would be great now and that you would do better. But what would happen after I am done here? Do you think that your billionaire husband would still want you? No one wants spoilt goods baby,”