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The poor guy was giving an assuring smile to Krishika but little did he know how fatal this smile was going to be for him. To know more, stay connected with the story," My Husband Is A Billionaire Son-in-law" *********************************** Like, share and vote.

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

And she tolerated till now. Although it was like a worst scene a wife could imagine to have, but she felt relieved when Vincent confirmed that the girl is too close with his friends circles. So she isn't doing it to Vincent only. Other than her, Vincent is a caring and loving husband what most of the women want them in their lives. He is breathtakingly handsome, gorgeous, brilliant, extraordinarily strong. He is the self-made billionaire with his picture being covered in every single biggest Magazines in the world. So, having a husband is like blessing. Especially for a woman like Emma Downey who lives up to her heart not wealth, she is fully satisfied with his love and attention until three

I asked her. "Yes, he wants a billionaire CEO as his son in law. I fell in love with Harris. He is CEO of his construction company but not a billionaire. He is a fresh face in the business industry." She said. I nodded and poured ourselves juice in the glass. I put it on the small table with four chairs around it. "So what are you going to do next?" I asked her. She left the sauce and held up her hand, showing me a mountain of a diamond on her ring finger. Her smile was so broad.

“You’re going to do great, and Elena Matthews is going to be so lucky to have you in charge of her wardrobe. In fact, if she has even one single complaint about your work, then she’s an idiot and deserves to be hit on the head.” She shakes her head, laughing. “Stop saying things like that, silly. If her husband finds out you called his wife an idiot, he won’t be too happy. You know they’re the most romantic couple ever, right? It’s all anyone talks about in the tabloids. He actually bought a whole town and built a resort just to keep his wife away from all the craziness that comes with the spotlight. Do you have any idea how sweet that is? It’s not every day a billionaire turns into a romant

She said it with a smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Woods. Yet your contracted husband is a specialist in every area. You are incredibly lucky to have a husband like that—one with model-like looks, culinary prowess on par with a chef at a five-star hotel, and the ability to create a stunning garment out of nothing more complicated than a set of bedsheets for his wife. Being with you made me realize how many talents I possess." Despite my best attempts, I was unable to keep a smile on my face when she referred to our marriage as a "contracted marriage." I didn't want to show how horrible I felt about it.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

he said in a low, captivating voice. June, who had been filled with rage and frustration, suddenly felt calm. She couldn’t take her eyes off Mr. Alex. He is unreasonably perfect, she thought. His eyes had so much depth, a girl could get lost in them. His breath as he spoke… that deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She finally mustered the courage to speak. “Is this for real? I lost my memory… and I’m married? I’m your wife?” “I never thought I’d have to introduce myself to you of all people,” he said, exhaling deeply. “I’m Alexander Smith. Well, everyone just calls me Alex. And yes, I am your husband. We’ve been married for over a year. Please, sit—you look tired.”

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?"

“Can’t talk. Need you.” “Of course, you do, but what, specifically, do you need from me?” Megan texted back immediately, glued to her phone as always. “Can’t get to shops. Too famous.” “Oh, the woes of the fabulously wealthy.” “Need a pregnancy test.” “Oh shit.” “Yeah, oh shit. No one knows. I don’t even know. Until you bring test. Can’t ask staff, or it will be everywhere within fifteen minutes. We are heading home. Fly in and meet at the new house?”