Falling For My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

"You feel it? I'm pounding. I've never felt this way before. Let me do it. I promise I won't hurt you. You make me unable to forget every inch of your soft skin. I want to feel it again, Laurel.” Oh my god!! What did he just say? He wants me? I'm too afraid to take risks, if later I really fall for his charm and he will leave me for Vella. Ahh, it was all really a nightmare for me. “Laurel, come on. You don't have to think too long since I'm your husband right?” “Wh-what? I'm not like that. But people will think badly of us if we do it here.” "Oh come on. After all, it was just a simple kiss. No one will pass this way. You see, there is only an old plantation that has been abandoned by its o

“Why would you think I won’t like it? Florence, what the hell! You’re acting as if I am some sort of monster. When was I ever?” “You’re not, okay? You’re perfect, Scott. That’s the problem. We have a deal, and falling in love with you wasn’t part of it. But I couldn’t help it, could I? You made sure to make me fall for you in a way that I couldn’t get out of it without getting hurt,” Florence’s tears were now running down her cheeks with full force and she honestly didn’t mind anymore. “And then I found out I was pregnant with your baby, I didn’t want you to think badly of me. To think that I planned this so I could get your money. It’s not who I am. But we’re not really married, right? You’

I reached out, my eyes half-closed, and picked it up. There were over thirty missed calls and fifty unread messages. Most were from news outlets, but several were from Liam's PR team. My stomach dropped. I sat up quickly, clicking on the first link sent by my assistant. The headline on a massive gossip site read: "THE REAL ALLISON MONTGOMERY: COLD-HEARTED HEIRESS ABANDONS TRAGIC LITTLE BOY FOR BILLIONAIRE'S MONEY. Beneath the headline was a huge photo of me holding little Leo at a park two years ago, juxtaposed right next to a recent photo of me getting into Liam's luxury car.

I hate Cassian Voss, the hockey star who replaced my injured brother and became my family’s sworn enemy. So when he offers to save my dying hockey foundation, I’m stunned by his price. Marry me for one year. I agree because I have no choice. I sign because the clock is ticking. And I stay, even when his father tries to buy me off, my own family stops speaking to me, and every kind thing Cassian does makes me wonder what he really wants from me. Because Cassian is gentle when he should be cruel. He’s charming when he should be cold. And he’s hiding something he refuses to explain. Falling for my husband was never part of the deal, especially once I discover the truth about the man I spen

said the man in the suit. I swallowed hard, the tears I had been holding back threatening to spill. My lips parted, words caught somewhere between gratitude and fear. “He’s my ex-husband,” I whispered, the words scraping raw against my tongue. The man’s jaw flexed, the only sign of tension on his otherwise polished exterior. His gaze flicked briefly toward Luke, then returned to me, unwavering. “Ex-husband or not… he has no place here. Not if he makes you feel like this.”

"Billionaire CEO's Secret Quadruplets: The Wife He Threw Away Built an Empire and Had His Children." That was the first headline. The gentlest one. By noon, there were forty-seven variations. The story itself: powerful man discards wife at anniversary gala, introduces secretary's daughter as his heir, signs divorce papers before the champagne goes flat. The wife disappears. Rebuilds. Becomes CEO of a rival company that threatens his market share. And the entire time, she was raising four children he never knew existed. Quadruplets. The public didn't need to decide who the villain was. The story came pre-assembled.

It was a G****e Alert I had forgotten to delete months ago, back when I was still paranoid that Damian might be tracking me. "Billionaire CEO Damian Sterling and Actress Victoria Blackwood Attend Charity Gala in Paris." I opened the link. There was a photo of them. Damian was in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. Victoria was draped in a designer gown, her hand resting possessively on his arm. They looked like royalty. They looked perfect. I stared at his face. The sharp jaw. The cold, empty eyes. The man who had thrown me away like trash. The man who had told me he would divorce me even if I were pregnant.

She looked at her husband, then at the older man. “Which one of you is lying?” Neither answered. Instead, Adrian began to cry. And when he finally spoke, his words destroyed everything Elena thought she knew. “I'm not the man you married.” He squeezed her hand. “Because the man you married died six years ago.”

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin off but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~~ Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. xx ~She’s the flame that melted his cold heart. He’s the glacier that calmed her burning rage.~

I needed to get him to fall for me. How the heck was I supposed to get my husband to love me if he couldn’t even bring himself to kiss me? But I had to do it for Stacy. I flagged down a taxi and got in, ignoring the dirt and dust my white dress gathered. “11 Henderson avenue,” I choked out, ignoring the look the driver shot me. And that was it. I was married into the richest family in Manhattan. The Henderson’s were so influential, they had a whole street named after them.