Mi Pobre Marido Millonario Novels & Stories

I was horrified when he let go of my shoulders; he slid his palms, and they stopped in the middle of my arms. I closed my eyes completely when I felt how his lips pressed against the skin of my neck. “Yeah, my wife. But that doesn't mean your parents were as rich as us. In our world of real rich people, your parents are the poorest. That's why they're not here now. They are not invited. We don't invite poor people like them. You should be thankful because I'm your husband, otherwise, you can't attend tonight.” The truth slapped me: my husband is one of the richest people in the whole world, making me realize that he doesn't have the wealth that my parents or our family have.

They had to go on business trips to visit their companies based in Europe. Triana realized the Chaudhary’s vast empire. If the situation between her and Devance were real, she’d be fortunate because she married the only son of one of the wealthiest men in the world. But money could never buy her happiness with Caleb. Triana missed him so badly, and most of the time, she’d daydream about her life in the Philippines with the man she loved.

“How is that possible?” Seeing Elena’s shocked look, Adam relaxed. “I knew there was no way that ratty-dressed man could be your husband. He’s not worth a single hair on your head! You and Mr. Sinclair are the best match, after all!” At that moment, Elena finally realized what she had forgotten. She hurriedly brought out her phone and checked it, and found that I had not texted after asking for money. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

"Please, it's not a joke. I need to get the best women in this community, even if they are foreigners. Better if they are, I wouldn't understand them at all and we would have the best fictional relationship" The man snorted "And what do you want me to say? Congratulations?" Silvio continued "You're talking about women of high value... What are you going to offer them? Do you think I'm trafficking people?" "Of course not, Silvio. I plan to pay for its value and services. Also, I respect your marriage and your family very much, that's why I'm asking for your help. How did you choose your wife?" "Stefano, you can't go through life buying everything. My wife is with me because we love each other

I noticed her leaping and shouting. “Go, baby, that’s my son, everyone.” I made a sneering remark. It would not be such a horrible idea to use Liam to reclaim my wife, would it? But not yet. I’m not looking for commitments. She knows the reason I married her. She should not expect me to assume the role of husband and call me a confused soul. Yes, I love that little girl and I so much want to scatter her pussy in every way possible, but I can’t because she’s just a girl. My gaze traveled up to the VIP section above and came face to face with the Mendoza family. My jaw hit the floor. This is one of Mexico’s wealthiest families.

“Explain to me why you took my card without asking. You went on a huge shopping spree for yourself and your friend. Why?” Mina’s grin didn't go away. She tilted her head and tossed her hair. “Oh, that? I just thought it was a fair thing to do. I mean, you did marry me. I’m just using my rights as your wife.” Zion felt a spark of fury, but he kept his voice steady. “Being a wife doesn't mean you can spend millions without asking. Millions, Mina. Do you understand how much that is?” Mina hummed a little tune. She tossed her bags onto the couch. Then, she pulled out her marriage license and flipped it open like it was a shield.

"And who the hell are you?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at that bratty girl from head to foot. "Me? I'm James' wife," I said with full confidence. I saw Nathalie's shocked face. I winked at her and mouthed 'Trust me' The bratty girl and her dad took a few seconds to recover from their shock. "I didn't know that Mr. Feria is already married." The old man said. "We got married in the Philippines before I went here to the US," I said, which is true.

"AM innovations head Abhiman Malhotra.. means my husband who has been helping my mom in our business. Oh god! How come I didn't know about it yet? He is a billionaire and one of the richest men in Mumbai. Then why mom explained him as a village man? Why she kept this matter from me?.", I held my head in my hands as my body shuddered against the door terrified by the truth. "When he is a billionaire, handsome and have a lot of girls dying behind him. Then why did he want to stay in the marriage with me? He could have get any woman at his feet with a snap of a finger, but still he prefers to keep our forced childhood marriage instead of those billionaire girls who are mad all over him.", I clu

“ Am I getting the money or not?” “ No, you are not getting a dime more from me. I have given you more than a million dollars in just two weeks. If we stay married, for years, I'm going to go bankrupt then. Because my gold digger of a wife wants what she can never work so hard for.” “ Just a million dollars and you are already complaining? C'mon, I thought you were fucking wealthy? Are you this poor to think a million dollars is so huge?” “ Have you ever gave him a dollar?” it was Dean. Standing at the staircase, with a look of amusement on his face. He had been standing there for a while to hear literally everything they had said. It was some sort of entertainment.