Married To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Tatiana stared coldly at Clarisse. Her brothers might have been fooled by that mother-and-daughter pair, but Tatiana wasn’t. She hated them too much to fall for their act. “Don’t you already have a ‘daughter’ who is so precious, respectable, well-mannered, and far more educated than I am?” Her eyes flicked toward Oktavia. “So why marry a worthless, ungrateful daughter like me to a billionaire?” Tatiana gave a bitter laugh. “Are you not afraid I’ll take advantage of him and make all of you miserable?”

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?"

It was the first honest sentence in a long while that had cost me nothing, and the first that frightened me. "Why did you really agree to marry me?" I asked next. "Say it plain." "The will. And Richard's books." He didn't dress it up. "Your estate records may show where that money went. I won't pretend that wasn't part of it." "Part of it." "I signed away the money before you said yes. That wasn't about the books." "It doesn't fix this." I closed the folder. "I've been married to a man who decided what I deserved to know. I'm not doing it twice."

First, I married Aaron Knight, the richest billionaire in the world, my'so-called,' husband, who doesn't even look at me once, he despises me that much. I despise him because he pushed me to marry him, which is why I despise him so much. "But Amy, I'm not hungry; I just need to sleep," I said her as my sight wandered across the living room to a huge, expensive-looking couch. To be honest, I don't have much of an appetite after this marriage. "No, no, sweetie, at the very least eat a bit. You'll enjoy my cuisine, I'm sure "She persisted, a puppy expression on her face.

She hugged all of her children again, and Nicholas too with tears in her eyes. "I love you Nicholas," Astra said as they were on their way to the airport, to enjoy two weeks of their life, and to celebrate thier five years in marriage and up to thirteen years in love. "And I love you Astra," Nicholas said to her. Astra had come quite a long way Nicholas, from being dazzled by the billionaire, to loving him, getting pregnant, getting divorced and somehow finding their way back to each other. It had been a ride. A very long and turbulent one, but she would do it again, she would go through all that she had been from the beginning if it was sure that at the end, she would still be this billiona

he said with a grin. "Yes, I like being a sensation on the internet. You think I care about what people say about me? No, come on, I've grown past that. In Fact, I keep giving them more to talk about, you know, `` he said and she smiled broadly. She was really beginning to like this man. He has proven to be ten times better than the man she married. "But you know, I'm going to take you out on a shopping spree. You are a member of the Steels household and you shouldn't forget that your husband is a billionaire and you must dress like one" he said and she laughed.

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

Straightening back up his hand snaked around me cupping my butt and lips mashed against mine in a dominant kiss. Breaking apart we resumed our walk to the front as I stared at the man of my dreams, a smile possessing my lips on its own. His posture straight and expression stolid as he delivered short nods at the familiars. For the world he was still the arrogant, domineering billionaire people thought thrice to cross path with, but for me he was the sweetest, devoted and loving husband.

spoke the man who was talking with his father. "And you're old enough to know that a man's knowledge of a business isn't determined by a wedding ring," Stefano countered, cold-blooded. "Nobody would trust a real estate consultant or a company that isn't managed by a married couple" Giordano spoke, somewhat annoyed by the tone his son was using. "I still don't understand why that's a must for a company that almost everyone knows about and sells itself." "It's important because people are interested in knowing more about the personal lives of celebrities who run big businesses than the companies themselves," the man insisted.

Mark answered as he sat up from his seat. "Yes, I seem to have forgotten that part, let's just say I didn't stay long," He raised his eyebrows as he moved his hands to his dark blue pants. "So, I looked up Margret McNeary, and did you know she was married now? Yeah found that out when her husband opened the door, She's Margret Meyer now. It took me a minute but I found Sandy Durant, She was willing but wanted double the amount I was willing to sign and wanted more when we divorced, She also wanted a baby, to ensure payment."