My Billionaire Husband Doesn't Remember Me Novels & Stories

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'.

Harrison's voice was calm and steady as he asked, "When did we get married? I know it happened, but I can't remember the details. Can you tell me what happened?" Katherina's heart was pounding in her chest, and she felt like she was going to pass out. She didn't know what to say. Should she lie and try to cover up the truth, or should she come clean and tell him the whole story? As Katherina looked into Harrison's eyes, she could see that something was terribly wrong. He didn't just have a gap in his memory - he had completely forgotten everything. His entire life's memory was gone in just one night.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

Leonardo couldn't believe she just blamed him for her shamelessness "Don't worry though, I'm not like this with other men. After all you're my husband." Alas, he merely mocked her indifferently " I don't remember us getting married. Why didn't you tell me you are delusional as well?" " I'm still pursuing you, aren't I?" She murmured " Leonardo, can we just get married? How about we get our marriage certificate? " She had to admit he was hard to impress. Again, he knocked her head several times with a fork, and she glared at him angrily and aggrievedly as she tolerated the pain.

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 had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?

His band's tour had finally come to an end as he was preparing for his six month hiatus and his apartment was ready, just in time for him to move in. I knew that many of my friends from both our high school days and college days would be in attendance, and I knew that the news of me marrying a very powerful man had spread around, so I knew I had to look and play the role of a billionaire's wife. I sighed “this new life is surely an exhausting and tiring one”. “I wonder why he decided to invite our old classmates to his housewarming party. I would ask him when I got there”, I said to myself.

My eyes widened after scanning one of the first articles I saw online. I was right. Vladimir Lewis, my husband, is a fucking billionaire in his own rights!

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

"Now, Mr. Reynolds, you mentioned you needed help…?" "It's about my wife," Alexander interrupted, his gaze meeting mine. "She's been experiencing memory loss. We're hoping you can help her recover her memories." Dr. Evans' smile faltered slightly. "Memory loss? Can you tell me more about it?" As Alexander launched into a concise explanation of my amnesia and the strange fragmented memories, I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me. Maybe, with Dr. Evans' help, I could finally unlock the secrets of my past, understand why my own sister was involved in this mess, and most importantly, discover the truth about my unexpected marriage to a billionaire.