I Accidentally Hired A Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

Any woman would be out of her mind to turn him down. He never dated; he never needed to. If he had, it would've made headlines; the media would have sold their souls for that story. What everyone knew, though, was his reputation: the consistent rumour of his legendary talent, for handling a woman's wildest, most private desires; the exact fantasy I was clinging to. Then one random night, there I was. Just another girl in a crowded bar, trying to catch the attention of a billionaire who never looked twice. I and the untouchable Aldwin Ellison. It worked. I caught his attention, but I was only hoping for a one-night stand. Instead, I became his so-called wife in less than a week. No courtship,

I am unexpectedly married to a billionaire which change my life. As I was focused on the series when my phone rang. I wiped the pizza sauce that was on my finger and grab my phone from the table. It was Ally. I answered the call. "Hey! Biatch! Fetch me here at the airport!"

I felt weird being rolled around in a wheelchair but I couldn't deny it felt way better than walking on my own. "Don't answer if it's too personal, but is Mr Monroe your husband?" the nurse asked me out of the blue. "Yes," I simply answered, not in the mood for small talk. "Oh. I knew it had to be. He was so broken when he brought you in. I can tell he loves you very much. I know you both must have a beautiful marriage." I rolled my eyes. She didn't know what was going on, on the inside. But how could she? She was probably one of those people who always read billionaire romance stories and imagined I was in a happy romantic relationship since my husband was famously rich and quite handsome.

But it's okay, I can go with her to register the marriage right now and will prepare the wedding as quickly as possible. “We are husband and wife, this will never change. Be good, Alisa, follow me home. Your husband is now a billionaire, he has a lot of money and...” “No, we are not. There is nothing to prove that you are my husband… please forgive me, I already have a boyfriend, ah, no, I already have a fiancé.”

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

She was here for a reason that even the gods didn't know why. How she ended up married to the billionaire playboy was beyond her. Two years ago, being drunk and stupid, she accidentally married him. Oh yes, it was just a mistake, a fuckin' stupid drunken judgment, not that she could blame herself. After all, being too drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list.

"Katia Kensington. I want to know who her husband is. I want to know where the seed money for I* Technologies came from. And I want to know the full story of how that company started — not the press version, the real one." He didn't answer right away, and then he spoke. "Timeline?" "Yesterday," I said. "And be thorough. There is something in her history that nobody has found yet, and I need you to find it." "I'll need a retainer." I gave him a number. He accepted it. I hung up. I sat in the Dubai hotel room with the burner phone in my hand and thought about my sister. About the ring on her finger and the company she wouldn't explain and the husband nobody had ever met and Julian's obsession

A man who looked like he was ready to take the reins without burning the empire to the ground. And me? I had a sister who needed heart surgery. Parents are drowning in debt after our logistics business crashed. My master's degree at Oxford was hanging by a thread because I was working three part-time jobs just to survive. So yes. When a billionaire offers you a deal that can save your family, you don't overthink it. I married him. I smiled for the cameras. Stood by his side at charity events. Learned how to wear expensive dresses. Stayed out of his way like the contract demanded.

Not even my boyfriend or a fiance, but my own husband was the son of a billionaire and I didn't even have the slightest idea. I saw pictures of him together with his family. I could recognize the person I assumed was his father. He was a billionaire and was well known, and his mother was a popular fashion designer that I had been dying to work with, and my husband knew that. He knew that I admired her work and wished to work with her but he never thought it was worth mentioning.

After his accident which led him to the wheelchair eight months ago, he had been staying with his family again and now, his father and stepmother were bent on finding a woman for him to lessen their burdens as he had overheard his stepmother say. Although he could refuse, but he was supposed to be weak, and gullible and he needed to stay in that character. He picked up his tab, browsed through it, and then stretched it over to the woman who flinched. Slowly, she loosened up, collected the tab from him, and then drew her brows together as she stared at the person in the picture. “T… this is…” “She hired the assassin.” Leilani’s eyes raised as he said and she shook her head. “What?”