Novel & Cerita My Billionaire Husband Cast

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

He fires. I bolt up, “My husband, you, I am not hooking up with anyone; he legally belongs to me, and I didn’t go cheating around while having a faithful partner.” He hissed, “Oh please, Riley, let’s be realistic; you never loved me. It was always what I had, and since you got your pussy around my boss’s dick, you couldn’t resist, especially because he is the country’s top billionaire. It was always for the money. If you had any ounce of respect and love for me, you would never be with another man—“

She was acting as though she didn’t just tell me she slept with my husband; as though it wasn’t a big deal for my husband to cheat on me with her. “Please, G, calm down.” “I’m calm. Let go of me while I still am.” He released my arm slowly and I started to walk away, but his sister’s voice stopped me. “What’s going on? Did she find out about you and Brandon?” Great. So everyone but me knew my husband cheated on me. “You told Bernice?” Brandon sounded incredulous. “What? Am I not supposed to know?” “Stay out of this, Bernice. I’m not joking.”

A New Reality The next morning, Leila woke up in Adrian Kane’s penthouse. It was surreal. The place was massive—high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, modern decor with sharp edges and sleek lines. It was expensive without being ostentatious. Cold. Impersonal. Just like him. She pulled the sheets tighter around herself, still adjusting to the reality of it all. Yesterday, she had been an independent journalist, chasing one of the biggest stories of her career. Today, she was Adrian Kane’s wife. Her stomach twisted. She needed to remind herself that this was temporary. A business arrangement. Nothing more.

But before I could ask, the hotel manager's voice interrupted me. "Hey! You two in the ragged suits!" The manager walked over and kicked my knee in disgust. "You got lucky today. Mr. Thorne is throwing a birthday party for the young master here, and the kid loves these stupid dolls. Go in there, dance, make the little master laugh, and this hundred thousand dollars is yours." One hundred thousand dollars?! Alaric was thrilled; opportunities like this were rare. That was, until I walked in and saw my "bankrupt" husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit.

In a black suit that did not look like any suit I had ever seen him in, moving through a room full of the richest people in the country like he had built every wall of it himself. I wiped my eyes. I wiped them again, not caring about the mascara, not caring about anything, because this could not be real. This was a dream. I had fallen asleep somewhere and this was a dream. Then I heard Julian's voice beside me, low and stunned. "Dominic Ford?" I looked at Julian. I looked at Dominic. It was real. My husband was the chairman of Veil Holdings. My husband was the richest billionaire in the country. The mystery man. The ghost nobody had photographed. The man I had been plotting to seduce ten min

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

He asked in a French Canadian accent, as he ushered us forward. "No, Marcel, my sister is coming and her friend is as well," Sonya kissed the assistant on both his cheeks as he opened a long silk cream-colored sheet to the main dress room reserved for expensive clients. "Marcel this is the bride Cherokee Rains, and here is my son, Becket." She held out her long arms toward her son and soon-to-be daughter-in-law. "No introduction is needed of course for me," Came the voice from behind them of a woman who looked exactly like Sonya.

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

What is it with her excitement, if I didn't know about her relationship, I would have believed she has a crush on him. "Nadia, why are you so excited about him huh?" "Are you kidding? That is Greg Huston, everyone has a crush on him, including me, no offense to my boyfriend." She rasped. "And who is Greg Huston?" I was resisting the urge to smack her hard on the head so she could snap back to Life. "He is the cutest boy in my school, and the richest too. His Dad is in the NBA and his mom, an actress, so he's quite popular too."