My Accidental Husband Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“ I was the one who brought you here after your accident. I've been with you the whole time, with no sign of your family members. Not even your husband. I mean, how could Grey Grand be so cruel? He’s having an affair with your twin sister, and he’s treating you terribly. I suspect he might be the cause of the accident. But you should have been more careful. Don’t let them push you into doing things that could hurt you. They don't care; you need to learn to take care of yourself when no one else will. Trust me, you’ll be fine.” I stare at the woman with wide eyes, jaw slack. How does she know so much? I've never seen her before. “You know my husband? You know me?” Her shoulder slumps as she s

And my father believed I was the worst. Leaning back slightly, my grip tightened around the phone as I reflected on my asshole of a father, before my thoughts returned to Danielle and how crazy she truly was. According to the file, she was married to some wealthy prince. The file mentioned estates, assets, and influence that made him far wealthier than her family, and she fumbled him. Where did everything go wrong? She was the heiress to a multibillion-dollar empire, and now she is reduced to this. There were multiple rehab stays listed, followed by notes about her being homeless for a period of time before returning to California. The contrast was absurd. From wealth and prestige to nothing

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

People were leaning forward in their seats, desperate to know more. "The accident wasn't an accident at all. It was orchestrated by a business rival who bribed hospital staff to fake my granddaughter's death and give her to an orphanage under a false name." Alexander's voice hardened. "But despite everything that monster did to destroy my family, he failed. My granddaughter survived. She grew up strong and brilliant and kind. And tonight, I have the honor of introducing her to all of you." He turned and extended his hand toward me. "Ladies and gentlemen, my granddaughter and heir, Isabella Morrison."

Other than those who were going to pick up their kids from school, and those who had something else on, the rest of them joined the dinner. “I think her husband is rich. The car that pulled up on the side of the road costs several millions. I once saw it in a magazine. They are actually the same,” Amy whispered when Summer went to the bathroom. The other burst into laughter. “Amy, do you know who Summer’s husband is?” Amy shook her head. She had been on leave for two consecutive months and only returned to Santabaca the day before yesterday. She had no clue of what happened during her absence.

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

I could feel sweat trickle down the side of my neck and roll down and beneath my heaving breasts. I imagined grabbing his perfectly rounded ass in both my hands and squeezing hard— No. No, I needed to clear these thoughts from my mind. He was my best friend’s uncle, and twelve years my senior, at that. Besides, Barnett was married. I couldn’t afford to get myself wrapped up in some fantasy about a married billionaire, not after I just got away from a cheating husband myself. I wouldn’t do that to another woman. I mentally slapped myself. Barnett wouldn’t want to be with me, anyway. Not when he has a woman like Julia to go home to.

In his dreams! In the end, the man he sent was sent back. *** After being confined in the hospital for days, I decided to take a stroll around. And everywhere I went, I would see posters of Mikhael. "Why is he even being featured?" Then I decided to grab a magazine from there. A newspaper tabloid. Mikhael Montreal, MISUNDERSTOOD? I re-read the captions but it says the exact same thing. What? The youngest bachelor in town is said to be framed by Bianca Perez and is not really the father of her child! Will the relationship between him and the Balmorris Heiress be fixed?

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

Chapter 164 Sasha's POV While Sienna and her husband were going through their own problems, I was also going through mine with my husband. I just discovered a shocking truth. I had been married to my husband for a few months now and everything seemed perfect. We were in love and I thought we had a strong foundation of trust. But, I just found out that my husband was the son of a billionaire.