My Billionaire Husband Sebastian Klein Novels & Stories

His grin is casual, his posture relaxed, like he owns the room—or at least a good chunk of it. “Sorry,” I say. “Do I know you?” “Not yet,” he says, extending a hand. “Sebastian Knight. Investor, occasional meddler, and, incidentally, the husband of the woman you were just waving at.” My eyebrows shoot up. “Oh.” He chuckles. “Yeah. Don’t take it personally. She’s… well, complicated.” “Good to know,” I say, shaking his hand. “And what brings you here, Sebastian?”

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter

He had enough money to live happily on, yet he probably made millions daily. But Sebastian only chuckles, “The wealthy stay wealthy through hard work, Elena. For every billion I make, I donate 100 million, so I’m not just working for myself.” He says, and I am blown away at this. Sebastian was a philanthropist? “I never knew that! And how often do you reach 1 billion?” “Daily.” My eyes widen at this. Oh my gosh! Maybe he wasn’t the cold-hearted man I had initially thought he was. Sebastian had a heart of gold hidden under the billionaire playboy disguise, one I never even knew about.

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.

he said in a husky voice, handing me a rectangular box and my eyes widened in shock. "It's a new phone wow thank you" I mumble, still astonished. "You're welcome if you need anything just call me I'll give you my number." I nod eagerly. As time elapsed I started to find out that Sebastian was a big deal around here especially by the ladies. He was very famous and rich. According to the magazine I read about, he was one of the richest billionaires in NYC. Woah and I had no clue. Eventually I found myself calling him when it wasn't even necessary.

The effect was immediate. The woman froze and her husband’s eyes widened. Even the principal looked startled. For several seconds, nobody spoke. The color visibly drained from the couple’s faces. They knew exactly who he was. Everyone did. Adrian Adler was one of the most influential businessmen in Texas. His company controlled billions in assets and his influence stretched across industries. People spent years trying to get a single meeting with him. And right now, he was standing in front of them. The office became painfully quiet. The confidence both parents had displayed earlier completely disappeared.

Years later, a perfect opportunity to pay off their debts came. An old powerful friend of her father, Stanton Royce promised to pay off their debts if Rivera married his son, Reagan Royce. It was a deal that sounded like a miracle. Rivera wasn't sure how this benefited the Royce family. She had heard rumors about Reagan. He's a powerful and popular billionaire, he was currently the most eligible bachelor in the world. Rivera was hesitant about marrying a man she had never met but her father convinced her that it was the only way that they could survive.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

Children laughed in the background—light, free laughter. She couldn’t remember when she had last seen the place so alive. “Everything is so beautiful,” Karen said. “Thanks to your husband.” Karen hesitated. Her husband. The word still sounded strange, like borrowed clothing that didn’t quite fit. “He’s a good man,” Karen replied. She thought of him fondly; Sebastian didn’t just have money, cars, and menace. He also had quiet decisions like this, improvements that no one would see in the newspapers or at gala balls.

I couldn't help but to say it. "Ah, Yes, Justin Miller right? Isn't that your ex husband? I hope you do not mind being here with him? If that is the case, I am sorry. I just wanted to take this opportunity to get to know you better and your new business partner," he said, his smile was starting to fade. "Mind? Of course not. Trust me, Mr Dennis, my relationship with Justin Miller is strictly professional," I said, withdrawing my hand from the handshake. "That's good then. My birthday party takes place tomorrow. We could discuss business afterwards. I need you to enjoy your time in Turks and Caicos. Every business tycoon deserves a vacation right?" His eyebrows were slightly raised as he aske