Mi Pobre Marido Millonario Novels & Stories

My cries and pleas were silenced when he forced his belt opened, making his dick to spring out “The more you scream, the more I enjoy this,” He forced his hardness into my mouth and I bite down on it, tears dripping down my face. He screamed out in pain, the back of his palm meeting my face. “When I'm done with you, you would be regretful.” He said darkly, making me gulp in fright. *You got married to a billionaire didn't you? You though that life would be great now and that you would do better. But what would happen after I am done here? Do you think that your billionaire husband would still want you? No one wants spoilt goods baby,”

Three years of marriage, and she still felt like a stranger in her own husband's life. Tonight was Adrian Blackwell's thirty-second birthday celebration. The Blackwell Estate was filled with influential guests from across the country. Business moguls, politicians, celebrities, and investors had all gathered to celebrate one man. Adrian Blackwell. The youngest billionaire in the city. The most powerful CEO in the country. And the man who had never truly been her husband. A soft knock sounded on the door. "Mrs. Blackwell?" a maid called respectfully. "Yes?" "The guests have arrived. Mr. Blackwell is already downstairs."

She had the nerve to play the victim, painting herself and Shiela as the ones who had suffered the most. I couldn’t understand their plans. If Aunt Minda and Chase’s father were truly in a relationship, why not make things simpler by being together openly? Why push for a marriage between their children? There had to be a deeper reason behind all this—a reason I couldn’t quite figure out. “Chase.” I quickly stood when I heard Chase’s name. He entered with Savina, who was holding a bag of mangoes. My husband walked straight to me and kissed my forehead. “How are you?” he asked in a whisper.

“You’re maybe thirty-one at most, and you’re one of the most handsome and charming bachelors in the country. You’re a long way from ancient.” “You think I’m handsome and charming?” Now he was getting somewhere. She rolled her eyes and smirked. “I’m not the only one.” “But you’re the only one I’m asking to marry me. I’ve made my billions. Now, I want to make a family.” Her eyes widened and she edged back, pulling her hand away in the process. “Easy, tiger. You just jumped from marriage to babies in sixty seconds flat. Don’t you think we should take some time to talk this through?”

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

At that moment, I truly believed I was the luckiest woman in the world. Isaiah was handsome. He did not smoke or drink, and he loved me wholeheartedly. Aside from being broke, he was the perfect husband. I believed that if we worked hard enough, we could clear his debts in no time. But now, as I bit my lip, tears streamed down my face. Just as I was crying, I received a text from Isaiah. "Honey, business is really good tonight. I'm staying late to earn more so I can pay off the debt. Don't wait up for me, okay?"

"Complications? You better have a damn good explanation, Franco." I sighed, knowing there was no easy way to explain my current situation. "My wife... she spent all my money." "Your wife spent what?"Harvey exclaimed incredulously. "Yeah... ten million pesos. I didn't even have enough to cover the bet we had last time." There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line. "Are you serious right now, Franco? You let your wife blow through all your money?" "It's not that simple," I protested. "We had an argument. She's been acting strange lately..."

I gulp hard, shake my head, stuttering. “No.. I don’t, its just uh. I wanted to know if I had enough money for where we are going. And I don’t..” I rush the words out, whispering that last part. Averting my eyes to the window. But he heard me. Because the next thing he states shocks the hell outta me! “Mami, you never have to worry about money again. Because I’m a millionaire. And you’re my wifey poo. So that makes you one too.” He winks and smirks at me.