Falling For My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

“I would stop you there, never, I mean don't you ever refer to me as your husband.” “Husband? Don’t flatter yourself. You don’t even deserve the title.” “Whatever….” “From the moment we met—an unsuspecting twist of fate—two different souls. One, an heir to a billionaire empire… and me? A shattered soul, seeking solace. I know you’ll say I did it for the money, considering we come from two completely different worlds—yours already figured out, while mine… is there really anything to say? A world where I don’t even know what a single day has in store for me.

“Yeah, Professor Mclain’s father. He’s a billionaire, and he has quite a reputation, just like his daughter. And her husband…. Aaron West, he is just as brutal as Thomas McLain. Let’s just say, they are not to be messed with.” Just the mention of his name and my heart starts racing hard under my chest, my palms get sweaty and my stomach clenches tight. So the man I want to seduce is not just cold, he is brutal? I swallowed.

“You’re right. Neah was my wife, Cassandra. I courted her, I loved her, and I married her. I promised her that once I achieved my dreams, I would make it up to her. She was with me when I was just starting to dream of achieving something in life. She supported me and never left my side until I slowly started reaching my dreams. But I failed her. We didn’t just lose our first child, I lost her too. It was all my fault. Three years ago, when I had a business trip to Las Vegas and you asked me to extend my stay there, that was when I lost my wife, Cassandra. When our unborn child died, I prioritized your company. When Neah’s parents died, I wasn’t by her side because I was in Las Vegas. I could

“I want to get a job.” “You quit your last job so you could marry me, and now you want to go find another one? Does that make sense to you, Crystal? Make it make sense.” I knelt in front of her and gave her a wicked look. “You shouldn’t be working, my dear wife. That’s one advantage of marrying a billionaire. So suck it up and have fun. Watch me make your life hell. And don’t even think about taking revenge on me. You’re too weak for that. I see right through you. I can snap my fingers and make you cry. Imagine if I clap my hands—you’ll be shattered.”

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."

I forcefully unglue my gaze from the wall and fix it on the man who’s about to become my husband. His eyes are as cold and as emotionless as ever, but only I can sense the fire that roars underneath. To him, I whisper; “I fell for you once. God knows I fell deeply and wholly in love with you, Mason, but all you’ve ever done is reciprocate my love with pain.” His gaze still gives nothing away. Maybe I was right. Maybe he really is a monster. Who am I kidding? They call him the most dangerous billionaire in New York City, and I still went ahead and fell in love with him.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Let’s be honest… we didn’t exactly marry for love, did we?” The words landed like a slow punch to the gut. My legs felt unsteady. “I got bored,” he continued, his tone flat but defensive, as if he were explaining something casually. “You’re… plain, predictable. I needed variety. Don’t overthink it.” Plain. Predictable. The memory of my father’s debt flashed through my mind. The Blackwoods’ offer: marry Alex and the debt vanishes. I had agreed without hesitation, sacrificing my final year of college, my dreams, my freedom, just because I couldn’t watch my father be destroyed.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

It feels good to walk with him hand and hand, pushing the thoughts back about how limited our time here, then we’re going back to how we’re used to be—I’m back to Kiara Mallory, and he will be the Bash Hughes, the CFO. It was fun to pretend as his wife while we were on the market. The people in this area are very conservative, so we pretended to be on a honeymoon from the U.S. I don’t even know what he said to the old woman. He embraced me tightly and kissed my forehead while they were so engrossed with what they were talking about. “Trinity, penny for the thoughts? You’ve been gripping my hand.” Bash’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. We’re still walking up in the gravelly road up to the

Natalie's POV: Stepping out of the house, I hurried past the front porch and through the gates, my feet carrying me aimlessly down the road. My vision was blurry from the tears that refused to stop. I wasn’t just crying—I was wailing. I fought for this marriage. I endured the whispers, the disapproving glances, the silent judgment of people who thought I didn’t belong in Ethan’s world. But Ethan… he never made me feel like I was beneath him. He never felt like a billionaire to me.