My Billionaire Husband Sebastian Klein Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I don't like repeating myself woman.” I stared at him. "Who are you?" He took a deep breath, looked me ib the eye and spoke with undaunting confidence. "I am Adrian Sebastian." My heart came close to a stop. I knew him, his name actually. The billionaire CEO of Sebastian Industries. Ruthless, powerful, cold Adrian. And he was offering to make me his mistress. "look, I need a lot of money, I.." “How much are we talking about? I am sure it's a drop in the bucket" He sneered.

I asked with furrowed brows. But she shook her head. "Nothing... It's just that, her ex-husband is Sebastian Weston, the billionaire CEO of Weston's Corp in Clasold City. That's like one of the top three biggest corporations in the whole of the country. Did you know that?" She asked and I couldn't help but feel a bit humiliated. Even his existence alone was enough to intimidate me. Fucking fantastic. I was fazed she knew all about that. Knew all about who he was. That annoying prick.

"Stella, you must get married to my son for my paying whatever it takes to save your business from going bankrupt." "What?" I really couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Yes, Stella, my son David adores you, and you will not find a greater life partner than my son. You will gain from embracing my condition in every manner, including getting back your company and your life partner like David." She declared with great enthusiasm.

One Sebastian Gale. Sebastian was a sort of pariah within the B-Club. He came from a family of billionaires, but his family had only recently come into their billions. Old money turned up their noses at new money. Celine noticed that he was not liked. She also noticed he was shy and sensitive and never took part in Phillip’s favorite sport of torture the townie. It was not long before Sebastian and Celine became friends. Which infuriated Phillip.

I could care less of how I’d look, of who took pictures of me as headlines, or of even how people would see me since I was the billionaire’s wife. Almost immediately, I heard the wheels of a stretch run in. It was swift. My eyes followed it and I saw a familiar wristwatch Sebastian loved wearing. It was a Gucci watch. Oh, my god, it was Sebastian. Sebastian Knight. My billionaire husband.

"What's wrong, Abigail?" She took a step forward, her voice low yet venomous. "You know exactly what's wrong, Sebastian. I saw you kissing a lady in the lobby." Sebastian's expression didn't change, no denial, no apology, just a shrug. "It's my life, Abigail. I can do what I want and I thought you didn't care. It's not a real marriage, remember?" Her heart felt like it had been punched again, the pain radiating through her chest. "You're my husband, Sebastian. We're on our honeymoon. And you're kissing another woman?" She didn't realize when those words came out, she had been overwhelmed with emotions.

“About that, it’s all a misunderstanding… It’s a misunderstanding…” Sebastian snorted coldly. “I know who your husband is… Go back and tell him that all his partnership projects with Sebastian Brenand have been terminated…” When the rich housewife heard Sebastian’s full name, she was instantly stunned… What? Was this person before her actually Sebastian, someone from the aristocratic class in Atlantis? Had she actually offended Sebastian’s woman? “Please don’t… Mr. Brenand, I was wrong…” The rich housewife instantly took a step forward with her palms pressed together. She looked at Sebastian and begged for his forgiveness.

6 Months Later It had been six months since the Walker family shocked the entire country with an announcement that changed the course of high society forever. The sudden transfer of Eleanor Walker's private assets to her grandson's wife had become the biggest topic of conversation among the elite. Nobody had expected Emma Walker. Few knew of her existence despite the high profile life of her husband, Billionaire and heir to the Walker Empire, Noah Walker. The woman who had spent three years quietly standing beside him had suddenly become one of the richest women in the country.

"That's Victor Reines wife. She was standing right next to him when he announced the restructuring." Right at that exact second, as if triggered by a single wire, both phones vibrated with messages. Adrian looked down at his screen, the color completely draining from his face. "Fuck. Damien, look at the media campaign." Damien snatched his phone, his eyes scanning the headline: SCANDAL: Billionaire Victor Reines Launches Search for Runaway Wife; Accuses Her of Grand Theft and Stolen Corporate Data. Beneath the headline was a high-resolution photograph of Emily. She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown.

husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit. He didn't look a thing like the shabby man who needed me to mend his torn shirts. The guests around were gasping in awe: "Mr. Thorne is so generous! He actually gave his stepson a yacht worth tens of millions as a birthday gift!" "Exactly. Not only is he the richest man on Wall Street, but he's also so devoted. He treats his lover's child like his own. Where can you find a good man like that?" Richest man? A multi-million dollar yacht?