My Billionaire Husband Doesn't Remember Me Novels & Stories

“Didn't you remember that your husband is one of the youngest billionaires in the country? Those things will not make me go bankrupt.” “You are always so confident. Maybe you asked Natasha too what she wanted for the anniversary.” She started to feel curious. There was a brief silence as Ibrahim tried to recall the memory. “I'm not sure. I was so busy working that time as it’s just the start of my business…. I do not even remember the anniversary date due to hectic schedules….. You know that I don't know anything about being a romantic man.” That answer received another laugh from Anna. “No wonder she ran away from you.” She joked.

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.

“I’m glad. And how’s Emily? Hope she isn’t bothering you too much. I’m sorry I was unable to come pick her up today like I promised.” “Oh nonsense. You know that our little angel is always welcome to stay with us as long as she needs.” “Thanks ma.” I replied. “But what is this I hear about your husband being a millionaire or something like that?” She asked, changing the subject with precise expertise that was peculiar only to the Jones’ household. He was actually a billionaire but I didn’t feel the need to correct her, ignorant being bliss and what not. “Yeah well, that happened.”

“You speak as if Damion is just an object you can manipulate! He is my husband. I will not stand by while you treat him like a pawn in your twisted game!” Adrian turned to her, his voice low and almost gentle—a stark contrast to his earlier coldness. “I am your husband, Carmela, I know how you feel. Believe me, I never intended for any of this to happen. I did not want to be forced into hiding, to have my existence kept secret by this damn curse. But fate… fate had other plans.”

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 love cooking. I remember he told me yesterday that it's not only his family, it's " our family ". They all are filthy rich, like Richie rich type billionaire.And my husband Aiden is on top of young handsome billionaire bachelors. He deserves better than me. His family deserves better than me. They deserve someone who keeps them happy, some happy soul which I'm not. Aiden's pov

I reply beaming. “And, when I'm back, we should also talk about your business. You can return to the company if you like” he says. I used to work for Leonard. I used to be the director heading the purchase department until I became his legal, real wife and he offered me work freedom as his wife. I didn't think about it twice before accepting. Honestly, I'm not tired of being a wife without a job. How can I keep working when I have a billionaire husband, not when my family's company—the only thing I could have been doing—has been buried deep down into the mud, at least for now.

"That family is bad news. My life was ruined after I became friends with Richard and now that my daughter is associated with his son, she's in a gooddamn hospital." His wife sighed and returned to the stool. She knew convincing her husband to see things through her eyes was going to be a futile task. She could bet that the accident was an act that was bound to happen." She adjusted the covering around Eve and turned to her husband. "Its fate. I'll suggest we hold onto hope. Our daughter is going to be fine." He strode toward her and gave Eve a peck on the left cheek. Whether his wife was going to hold on to his narrative or not, he had a strong conviction that the Richards were bad news and

For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect. It’s the kind that stays. The kind that fights. The kind that waits. From my pen to your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your tears, and your hope. Always writing for you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright & Disclaimer © Ernest Brooks. All rights reserved. The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coin

Soon, a couple of paparazzi came to our reception, spoiling our supposed to be the first dance. Of course, a billion worth of marriage is breaking news! Two rival families joined as one is a century worth history. It was that kind of cliché - the not so normal billionaire cliché. But the fact that Gabriel had actually moved to his penthouse after the reception had finished was insane - for me at least. Not to mention the week-long honeymoon vacation spent by only me in Miami. Only me, swimming on the beach while he types away on that piece of metal they call 'laptop' somewhere inside his 'cave'.