My Billionaire Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

"What do you want to feel?" "Anything. Everything. I don't know." I stand, suddenly restless. Walk to the windows. The city spreads below us, millions of lights, millions of lives happening simultaneously. "My husband told me this morning he wants an open marriage. After I found out he's been cheating on me for months. Years, probably. He has a burner phone with women's names rated like restaurants. Three stars. Five stars. Like we're all just entries in his collection." I'm talking too much. Oversharing. This man doesn't care about my marriage problems. He's paid to perform a service, not be my therapist.

How do I tell them my husband decided to open our marriage because he was no longer attracted to me? “You can trust us.” Jaxon adds. “We’re in no position to judge you.” I look up at him and nod. “Words, Sarah. Use your words.” Malachi says. “Yes.” I blurt out. “Yes. I came here to get fucked. I mean, I’m in an open marriage. He has the right to fuck anyone he wants, and I have the right to fuck anyone I want. So…why are you guys smiling like that?” “We never did give you a wedding gift, did we?” Malachi asks, and I shiver under the cold of his stare.

he whispered to her. Hope flashed in his eyes. He sighed and faced the old man. "Grandma, my husband is not joking. I can get a one billion peso loan but on one condition... I am the one who will handle all the finances of the company to make sure it'll run smoothly."

He said with a smile. I nodded coyly. ' I don't know how to react to him. I've seen him mostly on the cover of business magazines, newspapers and news channels. I barely met him a few hours ago as a successful businessman. Now, I'm going to be his wife. I've agreed with him but I'm feeling adrift. It's the most difficult relationship for me. ' " In case you'll expect it in the future. I'll not take any right of you related to our kids. " He said.

“You don’t need to know. I will make things quick right now. My husband and I are currently in an open marriage…” “Seraphina” A growl rumbled from Rowan’s throat while Bob searched his eyes around as if looking for a quick escape. I ignored Rowan, taking another step forward until I closed the space between me and Bob. I pushed my lips forward in a pout, reaching for his tie. “Don't look at me like that. The whole open marriage idea was initiated by my husband…” I tugged at his tie. “You see, my husband has a first love and even if the thought is already heartbreaking, he doesn't seem to stop talking about his love for her. He doesn't care about what I feel and he even dared to say it to my

"ONCE YOU sign that paper, it's all over for us, Ellie." My soon-to-be ex-husband, Valerian Blackwood, sat across from me, legs crossed, a scotch in his hand. He didn't seem to care about our separation at all. Two years of marriage, and all I was fed up with were the endless scandals about him and his mega-ton amount of women chasing his round and soft ass. Who was I to question it when my husband was Valerian Blackwood? A drop-dead gorgeous billionaire. He was smart, sophisticated, and just perfect in every way. What else could I even ask for?

The pleasure was turning painful, overwhelming. She was fighting it so hard. My chest tightened. My idiot son had no idea what he was about to lose. “There’s nothing to regret,” she said with a bitter laugh. “This is exactly what he wanted. I’d be a fool to let him have all the fun.” I frowned, confused. Denver read my expression. “My husband wants an open marriage.” An open marriage. I clenched my fists as the words sank in. What kind of soap opera bullshit was this? I might have been absent from most of Dylan’s life, but I had never imagined he could be this reckless and stupid.

He said then marched over to his bedroom with no intention of eating it the moment it was done, the moment he saw his bed his whole body was magneted towards it and in seconds he was slumped on it groaning as his body ached. Today he had to battle off an army of nosy press that were asking about his divorce, people were wondering what had happened to the Cinderella wedding of the century. He imagined how tantelising it must've been on paper when people first heard he was getting married, the most eligible billionaire bachelor marrying a nobody bar maid. It seem like something that could only happen in some cheesy fariytale but it was actually something that happened to him. Unfortunately for

"Kinda. But are you really going to keep running away from your own wife?" I scowl. "She’s not really my wife, and you know that." Liam laughs. "Tell that to your self-control and the certificate that confirms your marriage because, from what I hear, your self-control is slipping." "Shut up." "Listen, man. If you’re struggling with your... sexual needs that your wife has successfully and unknowingly awakened, there are ways to handle it. Like getting a mistress which I can help you out with, visiting a club—"

I felt weird being rolled around in a wheelchair but I couldn't deny it felt way better than walking on my own. "Don't answer if it's too personal, but is Mr Monroe your husband?" the nurse asked me out of the blue. "Yes," I simply answered, not in the mood for small talk. "Oh. I knew it had to be. He was so broken when he brought you in. I can tell he loves you very much. I know you both must have a beautiful marriage." I rolled my eyes. She didn't know what was going on, on the inside. But how could she? She was probably one of those people who always read billionaire romance stories and imagined I was in a happy romantic relationship since my husband was famously rich and quite handsome.