Novel & Cerita Falling For My Billionaire Husband

To be able to see his usually cold and expressionless face crack was also a kind of amusement for her, she loves it. As she was dissatisfied with Vanessa's answer, Amelia did not say anything else. Instead, she looked at her daughter in law, Bianca Hugh. Once Bianca got Amelia's signal, Bianca snorted. "Miss Lawson, I remember you said it was inhumane for us to try to pair you and Leonardo for marriage, you said we were being capitalist and Leonardo was just a useless man on a wheel chair when you rejected the marriage. You hurt his dignity, it's only normal that he gets back at you." Then she quickly changed the topic and said." I heard that you fell madly in love with the young master of t

On one side, Audrey wrestles with her strong feelings for Kalix, while on the other, Paul is offering her a future together. Her friends, offering their advice, urge her to choose Paul and let go of Kalix. But Audrey's mind wanders in the opposite direction, fixated on Kalix Ashford and no one else. His presence consumes her thoughts, blurring the lines of reason and desire. Seeking distraction, Audrey grabs her phone and absentmindedly scrolls through I*******m. The pinned post catches her eye, and her heart sinks as she sees the breaking news: Natalie Wilson, the famous artist, posing alongside her fiancé, Kalix Ashford, the handsome billionaire. The image serves as a harsh reality check,

I said to myself but I kept getting even more curious and I wanted to hear what the big secret was that they had to go somewhere private. “Now that Celine is back, we all know how much you both like each other,” Charlotte’s voice came and I started regretting my decision. “You can just start from where you stopped and maybe get engaged and you know, married.” She continued and Celine shrieked while my chest tightened. “I can’t believe I’m getting married to the country’s most eligible bachelor.” She shrieked again and that was the last straw for me. Turning, I wanted to leave when I lost my footing and fell on the floor, causing a loud thud. Out of fear, I ran as fast as my legs could carry

I had convinced myself that I’d moved on, but after seeing him and feeling my heart flutter, I wasn’t so sure anymore. “You and Jason are perfect." "He’s is young, a bachelor, and handsome” Jennifer continued, “I know he’s my cousin, and I don’t mean to brag, but he’s extremely hot, New York’s top five under-40 billionaires.” she bragged. "Uhum" I chuckled. "I hope you know we are not dating,” I reminded her, and she smiled. "Yes for now,” Jennifer said, a wide grin spreading across her face. “I’m not supposed to tell you this, but he plans to ask you out today.”

With everything that had exploded the night before Emma had completely forgotten about her mother's big day. Her mother wasn't a malicious woman; she loved Emma deeply. But she was intensely vain, living entirely for the validation of the high society. For her mother, Emma marrying a billionaire CEO was the ultimate shield against the judgmental relatives who had looked down on their family branch for years. "I... I'm heading out soon, Mom," Emma lied smoothly, forcing her voice to sound steady as she rubbed her aching temples. "Noah had some urgent early morning meetings to handle, so I'm going to head over alone first. Don't worry, I'll see you shortly."

"I know you think I'm just some predator, but you're wrong. I've been watching you for months, admiring your strength, your loyalty, your beauty. You deserve so much more than the life you're living, trapped in that mausoleum of a house with a man who can't even get hard for you." "Don't," I whispered, but he kept talking. "My wife is in Italy, has been for two years. Our marriage was arranged, loveless. She prefers the old country, and I prefer... well, I prefer women like you. Smart, passionate, alive. And carrying new life, so full of potential. We could have something real together, Lena. You wouldn't have to live on scraps of affection and pretend everything is fine. We'd have it all."

Champagne flutes clinked. And whispers followed me like shadows. “Cassian’s wife.” “She looks radiant.” “Poor thing. Doesn’t she know?” I lifted my chin higher, forcing strength into my steps. Tonight, I was not the discarded wife. Tonight, I carried hope beneath my heart. I would save my marriage. ⸻ Then the air shifted. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the double doors opened. My heart stuttered. Cassian Hale. My husband. My stranger. The city’s youngest billionaire CEO. The man I was about to save with three simple words.

He asked quietly. For one dangerous second, my heart betrayed me. I remembered the man I had loved, the man who had held me that night, and the future I had once imagined with him. Then I remembered Alessia. I remembered the engagement announcement, the humiliation, and the years I had spent raising Miley alone. "You'll have to learn." I replied. I reached for the door, and this time, Kayden didn't stop me. Before leaving, I turned to face him one last time.

My stomach dropped as I realized what he was looking at. “New York’s youngest billionaire,” Romeo said, his voice cold. “The one who got married recently. That is your husband?” I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. “Jaydon Grey,” he read from the screen, his tone mocking. “Who married his assistant.” He looked up at me, his eyes hard. “Why did I not even consider it? So you were his assistant?” I nodded again, my face burning with shame. I studied his expression, searching for some sign of understanding, but all I saw was anger and betrayal.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"