Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby Novels & Stories

He looked at Ava, his hand reaching out to pull her against his side as they began the slow walk back up toward the glass estate. "The contract we signed in that penthouse seems like a lifetime ago," Ava murmured, looking up at her husband. "That contract was just a transaction, Chairwoman," Caleb whispered, his lips brushing the crown of her head with an absolute, lifelong devotion. "This... this is a dynasty. And nobody breaks our house." As the sun fully cleared the horizon, bathing the Spencer-Miller estate in a brilliant, blinding gold, Ava looked back at the ocean one last time. They had started as a ruthless billionaire and a broken maid bound by a fake marriage. But they had rewritte

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S

“Yes, we haven’t seen each other for a while now, right?” “Yeah. Oh, is this Mrs. Morgan?” The corner of my lips twitched when I heard someone mention my surname. I’m at the beverage area to get something when I bumped into a group of women. “Mrs. Morgan?” “Oh, the newly wed celebrity. She’s the wife of the famous Gavin Morgan!” “You mean the youngest billionaire?” “Yes, ma’am. I’m pleased to meet you, Mrs. Morgan.” I smiled a bit before looking at her. Mocha Dela Rama, a wife of a high ranking official.

"Are you telling me that you married one of the richest guy in Italy?" I nodded. “Moira, I am Fabe Ava Everette-Hamilton,” I confessed. She knows me by Ava, not the whole me. "Oh, God," she gasps in shock, "You are the billionaire heiress. What's that on the internet? I followed that news, ah! Miss Nobody: The Worthless Projected Wife is Trillion-Dollar Queen by John Dawson." "That's me." "No fucking way! I think I'm going to freak out," Moira shakes her hands.

But as my eyes looked into the room my heart stopped altogether in the middle of my chest. Sitting behind the desk was none other than my husband. His eyes bore into mine, a stoic and passive expression etched on his face. “Mr. Scott, the ladies from Walvern Media are here,” Jennifer announced. Miles Scott. Oh, my God. How had I been so dumb? How could I have not put the pieces together all this time? They had been in front of me the entire time. My husband, whom I had just met yesterday, was the richest man in America and the 8th richest in the world.

I pointed out. Hannah rolled her eyes skyward. “Even he would understand in a situation like this” I sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. “I think it’s better if I leave” I made to get up, and she clasped her hands in front of me, “Okay, sorry, I just wanted to get that out of the way,” I sit back down, “Now I found some other interesting g stuff, turns out your hubby is a notorious business man,” her voice lowered, “There are some rumors of him related to mobsters and doing business with illegal corporations.”

She's joking, obviously. Andrea and I looked at each other. She smiled, wanting to make Zandy proud. "You're wrong, Melissa, he can even feed your entire city. Miles's husband is a well-known Billionaire," Andrea defended. A very surprised look appeared on Melissa's face. "Billionaire? OMG! Who is this man? Does he have a brother? Can you introduce me to him?" She said as if desperate. "Stop it, Melissa, because maybe even Miles' husband's driver doesn't like you," Chad teased.

He had clearly been expecting tears, or pleading, or both, and the absence of either seemed to catch him off guard. Before he could respond, his phone beeped and he pulled it out, the moment he read the screen his entire face changed. The tension in his jaw released and his eyes softened and he became, in an instant, a completely different person, the warm and gentle person Bella used to believe belonged to her. He turned toward the door, then stopped without looking back at her. "Prepare the room," he said. Bella stared at his back. "What?" "Natalie just got back from traveling and she needs to settle in properly, so prepare the room for her." His tone was flat and casual, as though he had

Another murmured, “so news of his marriage was just a rumor. Miss Williamson is perfect for him.” My eyes stung with tears. They were right. With Amber, Victor looked content, like he had everything he needed. An interview clip popped up. “Is there something going on between you and Miss Williamson?” the news host asked. “Not really. She's just very special to me,” he said with a smile. Very special. Then what was I? The envelope was still there when I got home. The secret I had wanted to tell him lay inside. That I wasn't just anyone. That I was the only daughter of the Ardent family. That my three brothers were the richest men in the city, and his bosses.

My husband meant to say that I should cool down before coming home and not let this side of me be shown to his son and daughter. Damn that old man, he cares only about his reputation. I'm just a trophy he wants to use when he needs it. Something he can brag about when he meets his friend. Someone he can use in exchange for power and support. How long do I have to suffer and act? Then my mind flashes back to the one person I hated the most. Alexandria Morgan, How come she can manage to snatch a billionaire when she's so dumb and naive? Clyde Harlington was a big catch. Single, A successful businessman and one of the most sought after bachelors in America. There wasn't even any news that he go