Mi Pobre Marido Millonario Novels & Stories

“Technically, I have. We both have—just in very different ways.” She scoffed, but I didn’t stop. “See, I’m now married to one of the richest men in the world—a man who would burn down empires for me if I asked. And you? The once proud, clean, gorgeous, bossy queen of everything... now you look tired, hungry, tattered, lonely, and downright miserable.”

I faked a smile. “You have been giving him money to rebel against his own family.” “That’s okay.” Mr King cationed his wife. “No, it is not.” She raised her voice at him and he left the table. “How much do you pay him monthly? Would I have gotten the same money I had married you? I would be paying you instead.” Reign said to me. Today was a day to be thankful for the mistakes I had not gotten myself into. He would be paying me for getting married to him, like I was his maid. He really did brush my ego.

"W-Where did you get those photos?! D-Delete that!" "I know exactly what kind of a man you are, Paulo. You love going to different clubs with different women every night. I wonder if your wife approves of that? As what I have heard, your wife is the one who made you rich. Didn't she come from a wealthy family even before she married you? If I show her every single photos I have, what do you think her reaction be? Do you-- "Fine! I'll tell you the truth now! Just promise me you won't say anything to my wife!"

The name echoed in my mind like a curse. Everyone knew him. The youngest billionaire CEO in the country. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who destroyed lives with contracts and smiles that never reached his eyes. A man who didn’t believe in love. And today, he would become my husband. I finally turned to face my mother. She looked smaller than I remembered, older, worn down by guilt and worry. “I’ll do it,” I said quietly. “I just need you to promise me one thing.” “Anything.”

For the first time in five years of marriage, Alina felt genuine hatred for Daniel Blackwood. The bedroom door opened. Emma entered with a worried face. "Alina? I heard you screaming. What—" "He threatened my family," Alina cut in with an empty voice. "An $8.2 million debt. Due if I don't come home tomorrow morning." Emma froze. "What?" "The marriage contract," Alina laughed bitterly—a sound without humor. "I didn't just marry Daniel to be Junior's mother. My family is collateral. I am collateral." "Oh my God..." Emma sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for Alina's cold hand. "Alina, this is modern slavery. You can't—"

The caller ID showed the words Fabian, and Cordelia froze. A crushing sense of humiliation spread from the bottom of her heart. The call ended automatically, and the screen dimmed shortly afterward. As if driven mad, Cordelia hurled the phone to the ground and gulped in air. Her mind went blank for a moment, and it took her a long while to come back to herself. A sharp pain clenched around Cordelia’s heart. She could not believe that the man who spent the past five years appearing everywhere with Sylvia as a couple was actually her husband, Felix.

"NO! That only happened once. It was a mistake! Didn't you marry me for money and the fancy life? You got shares in Moretti Corporation. You had everything you could only dream of before. Now you're my wife - the woman married to the richest CEO in the country. You have everything other people can only wish for. So stop acting like a child and listen to me. Come back tomorrow." A small smile came to my lips as I laughed and cried at the same time. "Wife of the richest CEO? My life was worse than someone living on the streets.

, he kissed me strongly, pressing his top lip against mine roughly. "I have turned you into a cheesy guy", I rubbed my finger against the tip of his nose, slightly. "Only for you, my dear", he pulled me into his embrace. "I would never divorce you, if you're curious, how else would I find a rich billionaire to afford my fancy lifestyle", I kissed his lips lightly, feeling the pain rush through me. "Yeah right, I'm the one with a fancy lifestyle you're the girl who uses coupons and cash back, I never worried about those things", he said knowing he wasted money solving all of this rather than working.

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

"What mansion?" Chris drew the outline in the air. "Your family mansion, of course. Your parents are so rich… or what, they won't let us stay there?" "But my family went bankrupt," Mary blurted. "Why else would I be married to George?" Chris paled right then. "Wait. You mean… you're penniless?!" 'The bitch lied to me!' I almost laughed out loud hearing Chris' thoughts. Lied? They were both equally horrible and deserved each other.