Falling For My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

(Karis's pov) My jaw dropped. I had never expected Xander to be such a narcissist. It was beyond my expectations. "I can't stand your level of narcissism anymore. " I shook my head, this was too much to handle. If not for his similar touch, I would have been more than convinced that my husband had a secret twin, who I had no idea of and had swapped places with. This was different from my rigid indifferent husband I adored like a good man.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

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

The racks overflow with designer clothes and shelves brim with meticulously arranged shoes, a testament to the wealth that surrounds Paul. Samantha gestures dramatically, her voice tinged with contempt, "See! Can you see how rich he is? He lives a life filled with luxury and wealth. Do you honestly think I would let him date a girl who is nothing more than a waitress?" With each word, Audrey's heart sinks deeper into a chasm of despair. The reality of their stark differences becomes painfully apparent, a chasm that seems impossible to bridge. The weight of inadequacy settles upon Audrey's shoulders, leaving her feeling small and insignificant in the face of the Ashford family's wealth and ex

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.

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?"