My Billionaire Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

Casual. “You have a husband!” I hiss, taking a step forward. My voice is shaking, but the fury is stabilizing me. “You married Roman Vale six months ago. The hottest billionaire in the city. If you’re so desperate to fuck someone, why don’t you go screw your husband?” She exhales a cloud of smoke, her eyes glittering with cold malice.

We had a one night stand once and while I’d merely thought we were just two strangers exploring the chemistry between us, I found out later in the worst possible way that he’d known who I was hence why he’d targeted me that night and he’d even gone as far as recording us having sex. Now, that may not seem like a lot for the average woman. But for a woman married to a fairly prominent figure, it’s cause for scandal. My husband, Jake, and I are in an open relationship, although we keep it under wraps. Our marriage is one of convenience. He’s gay and doesn’t want to open himself to the public speculation so he’d proposed a marriage offer to me, his best friend and the person who understood him

“Why didn’t you just marry her? Why did you marry me when you’re so clearly attracted to each other? Was it to make a fool of me?” “What? No, of course not. I don’t like her.” “But you like fucking her? Make it make sense.” I wiped away angry tears that were threatening to fall. This was so messed up. Was this explanation supposed to salvage our marriage? Despite how much I liked him, I still had a pride to protect. I couldn’t be in a marriage where my husband was secretly in love with his best friend.

She looked absolutely stunned, as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying. Even I knew what I was saying made little to no sense but it was how I wanted things to be. “What…you don’t want to be present in the life of your wife and your child?” How do I explain to her that I didn’t want to pull a “Gonzalo” on them so I needed to stay far away? “Yes.” “Are you suggesting an open marriage?” “If you want to be involved with other people, I would hope you’d be discreet about it so it doesn’t affect your reputation or the child’s life.”

“Oh Common, your husband is a billionaire and quite influential. He is all you need” “What do you mean” I furrowed my brows.

I quickly took out my phone and typed it in the G****e search bar and I almost collapsed when I saw their net worth. Wait, so Owen, my contract husband, was the owner of the biggest networking industry in Michigan? This is the man I'm getting married to? A man that could buy the whole United States and still have lots of cash left. No wonder he's a workaholic, who'd have time to rest when managing something this huge? He snapped his fingers in front of me and I realized I had been staring at him for a while. “You have something you wanna say before you go in?” He asked and I pointed at him shakily.

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”

If the husband failed to maintain a monogamous household, the wife would receive immediate access to a $25 million personal protection fund. My breathing slowed. He had triggered it himself. He was so sure I would crumble that he hadn’t checked the trust conditions. A strange calm washed over me. I picked up the pen. Signed. I did not go to bed. Instead, I locked myself in the bathroom and called my best friend. “Chloe, he did it,” I whispered tearfully. “Who did what?” “Mark. He brought some papers. It’s official. He wants an open marriage.” There was silence. Then, “That arrogant man.”

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad