My Billionaire Husband Doesn't Remember Me Novels & Stories

I have too little energy to cook the number of meals I want to eat. Should I order something for myself? I'm not sure I have enough money to order food. With disappointment, I glanced at my phone. Who will believe that a famous billionaire's wife is hungry on the very next day of her wedding? Sadly, he is not in this house to answer my question of why, despite his wealth, he didn't have any servants. I have no idea where he disappeared, leaving me alone in this large home. At least he could tell me he was going to leave me.

I whipped my head to him at once and scoffed, “That interested in Calvin's life that much? You'll keep chasing him. You're never going to reach so don't bother.” “Hey!” He grabbed my hand before I could grasp it and held my jaw, “Watch what you say to me.” “Don't you dare touch me ever again,” I warned and got out of his hold before standing to my feet and he also did the same. “Why are you so pissed? I was only pointing out how you're working when your so-called husband is a billionaire. I mean, isn't it fake?” He turned to the crowd and I heard flashes of light and only when I looked around did the faces become more familiar.

He boasted and I stared at him for a minute before laughing softly. The smug smile on his face vanished as I laughed, like he had just said something very funny. “Oh, Nathan. You're funny. And guess what, you're right. My husband is such a loving and doting man, he loves spending his money on me. I mean, he's a billionaire after all.” I said softly and he stiffened for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Your husband?” “I'm married, Mr Nathan. Is the diamond ring too unnoticeable?” I mumbled softly and took out my phone, clicking on a contact.

my answer. I could see the shock on his face. "How come? Hailey you still have amnesia and you can't remember anything now and you're still not sure that Killian is really your husband." My husband laughed heartily. "What do you think of me, a liar? Even if I don't say that she is my wife she has no problem with ut because Hailey herself has seen the proof. Don't force the one who doesn't want to go with you. My wife has already decided,"

And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortune. I turned to Eric slowly “You’re a billionaire,” I blurted, as I practically shoved my phone in his face. “You’re a billionaire heir. Why didn’t you tell me?!” He froze, eyes widening slightly as he saw the video. “Sienna, I—” “No, don’t ‘Sienna’ me! Why is the internet calling you a billionaire heir?!” He raised his palms gently, like he was approaching a startled animal. “Let’s breathe for a moment. We were about to go get breakfast. Why don't we eat first and I promise I’ll explain anything you want to know.”

GIANNA ~•~ After two years of marriage, I was used to waiting for my husband. I just didn’t know I would be waiting for him tonight as well. It was my birthday and I expected him to be home so we could celebrate together, but he wasn’t. My birthday was celebrated last night because today was a work day, but towards the end of the night, Brandon had gotten a call, which made him rush out of the party before it even ended. I didn’t say anything about it because it could have been an emergency, but when I asked him about it this morning, he said it was nothing and left for work.

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

My husband. I didn’t remember him. I didn’t remember anything

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.