My Accidental Husband Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“My problem with you is that you complain and nag too much. It's always Alexander that, Alexander this. You insisted I make you my wife ,so here we are now. Mrs Laura Alexander Martinez. This is what the life of a billionaire's wife looks like. Now I hope this gets into your thick skull,this will be the last time I’ll explain to you that what happened last night was an accident fueled by alcohol and poor judgment and it won’t happen again. Now let go.” “I’m not letting go of you Alex. Not until you tell me that you have fired that bitch? She yelled without care. “ Don't expect me to believe that cock and bull story. You transferred her here without telling anyone and even praised her work in

I understand you may have some concerns, but I assure you, my intentions are true. Sabrina snorted. "True? You mean you truly wanted a free ticket to wealth. I stepped forward, my voice sharp. "That's enough, Sabrina. Adrian is my husband, and you will treat him with respect." Sabrina rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, Adrian spoke. "I may not come from wealth, but I work hard, and I care about Victoria's happiness. That's all that should matter." Clara chuckled, shaking her head. "How noble of you. But let's be honest, a man like you will never fit into our world."

The headline blazed across the screen in bold black letters: "THE SETUP: How Arabella Ashford Played Two Billionaires- Affair, Lies, and a Baby Conspiracy Exposed" Below it, a photo. Arabella and Adrian at a café, laughing. The timestamp read three years ago, during her marriage to Everett. Except that she'd never been to that café. She'd never worn that dress. That meeting never happened. "That's not real," Arabella breathed. "That's not…I've never…" Adrian was already scrolling through the article, his jaw clenched. Sources close to the family reveal that Arabella Ashford's relationship with billionaire Adrian Whitmore began long before her dramatic divorce from Everett Quinn. Text message

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?"

I studied the room once more—the press scrambling to draft headlines, investors recalculating projections, celebrities posting discreet photos that would ignite social media within minutes. The biggest deal in Sterling history, with a marriage revealed and an heir on the way, all in one night. I placed my hand over hers, resting where it curved protectively over our children. The empire had always been my responsibility but this….this was ours.

I didn't sleep. How could I, when my entire world had just tilted on its axis? I spent the night staring at my ceiling, my phone clutched in my hand, that article pulled up on the screen like evidence of a crime I hadn't known was being committed. Christopher Zane. Billionaire CEO. One of the most powerful men in New York. My husband. The man who'd told me he worked in corporate management, who'd offered me a household expense card like it was a generous gesture, who'd let me believe we were somehow equals in this arrangement.

The mysterious groom never showed his face during the proceedings. Everyone whispered he must be old and ugly, some reclusive eccentric with money but no looks. The perfect person to dump the adopted daughter on when their biological princess Sienna got cold feet. Fortunately, he never contacted me after the wedding. Strange arrangement? Yes. But I welcomed the freedom. I built a new life, far from the Bailey family drama, never expecting he'd suddenly demand to meet just as our contract was nearing its end. I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign.

As I said that, the doctor walked back into the room, carefully pushing a cart with, what I can only assume, is an ultrasound machine. “What is your name?” I ask. I figure I will start with something simple. “Dr. Beth Tammel.” She doesn’t even look up as she is setting up her screen and getting her ultrasound equipment organized. “Why does Benedict have you?” Dominique is not a shy one. Always asking what everyone else was thinking. “My husband was ex-military and made some bad business contacts and decided that was the best route once he was out. He got greedy and it cost him his life, and mine.” You could hear the hostility in her tone.

" A voice said which made everyone to be quite instantly. People nearly go crazy to see the famous Billionaires on stage, especially Collins Reed Walter.... "How to see my grand child and my daughter on stage" Mrs Walker said. "Granny" Kiara screamed as she ran into her embrace. Vivienne, Piper, Riley, Grace, Kimberly and the rest couldn't control how happy they were. "I never knew she's famous like this" Collins said and everyone burst into a round of laughter. "I'm famous, my daughter is famous, my unborn child is famous already." Collins said with a wide smile and continue."I'm an extrovert but my wife is an introvert." He said with a cute and breath taking smile.

, I mumbled and rushed out of the room. "Bro, are you sure? Is there any problem you are hiding from me ?", she shouted behind me and I shouted back nothing to worry about and told her to go. I went inside the washroom and shut the door behind me leaning over it. My hand clutched the heart as I slid down the door dazedly. "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