Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby Novels & Stories

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

“Nice to meet you, Maverick. This is my wife, Sadie.” After our pleasantries, another couple came. The former notorious playboy Mykel Creed and his wife Adley, the heiress to Kross Industries. How many billionaires did I have to meet tonight? They were all young, gorgeous, and married. Well, except Moses, who gracefully sat beside me at our table in peace. “How are you, honey?” “Grateful and seemingly small.”

“It’s…. worse.” I scrolled. Beneath the article, a tiny world full of snakes was having a party. She was the wedding planner, right? How convenient that the real bride ends up in a coma and the planner becomes the wife. Vittoria isn’t even dead and this woman is already sitting beside Nicholas? Classless. Maya Moguel looks way too comfortable wearing the De Castello name. From a Bali event girl to billionaire wife. Teach us, queen. There’s a little girl living in the mansion too, apparently. Where did that child come from?

Again, it is a planned work and there are only two people that come to mind; Miranda and Chloe. I wave down a taxi. Tears slip out of my eyes as I get into it and shut the door hastily. I take out my phone to see a lot of messages and news notifications. I click on the news notification. The headline reads: "MYSTERIOUS BILLIONAIRE SPENDS THE NIGHT WITH AN UNKNOWN WOMAN—MARRIAGE RUMORS BEGIN." The phone slips from my hand as I blank out into space. My life… is about to change for the unknown.

She was going to miss Loveth, but her mental health was more important to her. "Miss, I have seen your future husband. He is so fine." She gushed. Curiosity took hold of her like she wasn't going to see him in a few minutes, "Is he that fine?" She swooned, "I have no idea why his father is hiding such a handsome man. He is very fine." She started comparing her to the men we see online, and according to her, his beauty was way more than her fantasies. She looked at her expectantly as if she was expecting her to change her mind all because of that, but when she didn't say anything. She continues, "Are you not curious to see him?"

Like everyone else, Darby Caughill probably has very good reason to dislike me greatly. But luckily for me, she doesn’t need to like me. She just needs to marry me. I swivel in my desk chair with my cell gripped tightly in my fist. The urge to hurl it at the wall is monstrous. I guess I’ve earned my nicknames. They call me Monster Montague. That or my favorite Lord Lee On Poo, shortened down over the months to Lord Poo. The first has a nice ring to it. I don’t mind it at all. The second irks me, but only because the people who work for me can’t say my last name, which is part of the name of the damn company they work for. They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

Meanwhile, she was astonished upon listening. Was she dreaming? In this daylight? Oh no, she can't be. But he seemed to tell like the real thing! Omg, should she call herself a one lucky girl to be assumed by others as his girlfriend? "You couldn't blame us, Uriel. You're on your thirties, yet, you're still keeping your life privately and still single!" Rain began to suspect, is this man just a client, or maybe her guts was right, that this man is someone related to her boss as the both of them talked casually, unlike the recent clients she met.

"From every damn angle of this world, he needs 'me'. Which means... I should stay calm, love my body, and grant myself a Dior bag. Easy peasy." I was about to brush past them to shower when Laura gasped like she'd seen a monster dick on her phone screen. "What?" I asked. Soda peeked at her phone and matched the gasp. "What is it?" I repeated and snatched her phone... only to react the same. Only worse. I dropped to the floor like a corpse. The article headline read: "Billionaire Michael Montero Spotted with a Mystery Woman—His Fiancée Natasha Kaufman Nowhere in Sight."

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter