My Billionaire Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

“My wife is the greatest chef I have ever known. She can cook anything and makes me really feel at home.” "It's amazing. Men like you should be made comfortable at home. Yeah, there's a lot of temptation outside, isn't it Mrs. Markle," said Scout trying to tease Olivia. Since then the man had been watching Olivia's movements like a predator aiming for its prey. He was sure that Olivia was currently fidgeting in her chair because she felt so guilty for her very kind husband. "How long have you two been married?" "About two years. Not long ago actually."

“Fine. Entertain me. Why are you here, husband?” Damien’s stomach twisted at the word. But he had no option than to speak. He needed him and must get him no matter how rude he sounds. All he needed was to play along. “Because,” he paused, then exhaled. The thought of telling Lucas the main reason why he wanted him stocked him. Questions filled his mind but he waved it off, after all he must know. “My father has commanded me to get a wife before he could fully give the Blackwell Enterprises to me. If I don’t fulfill that command within the next two months, I will lose everything and will have no share in the business..”

But those were mere wishes that never came true. Liam Johnson is one of the country's most popular and finest businessmen, he graciously soared in his family's multi-billion dollar company but he wanted more. He wanted to own the company. Mr Johnson, his father had no problem with that, but he has only one request. The company will be officially handed over to him if he agrees to get married, and not just to any lady but the housekeeper's daughter. Myself. My mom served the Johnsons as their housekeeper for several years and when I grew up, I automatically became their housekeeper as well in a bid to help my aging mother.

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S

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.

“Wow. Wow. Wow. I can see you would rather your nudes trend than release such a small amouth from your husband’s surplus. Let’s fool ourself marigold. Your husband is a billionaire.” My anger rises to its peak. Isn’t this idiot listening to me?! Yes, my husband is a billionaire but what can I do when he had blatantly refused to give me a cent? Instead he would prefer to lecture me on how to work for my money like dahlia! “Do you know the money I would be making off this video on social media? The wife of a reputable man caught on camera banging the cock of another man would make such a juicy trend. I’ve nothing to loose here. Infact I’ll be making triple of the amount I’m asking you. If you

"AM innovations head Abhiman Malhotra.. means my husband who has been helping my mom in our business. Oh god! How come I didn't know about it yet? He is a billionaire and one of the richest men in Mumbai. Then why mom explained him as a village man? Why she kept this matter from me?.", I held my head in my hands as my body shuddered against the door terrified by the truth. "When he is a billionaire, handsome and have a lot of girls dying behind him. Then why did he want to stay in the marriage with me? He could have get any woman at his feet with a snap of a finger, but still he prefers to keep our forced childhood marriage instead of those billionaire girls who are mad all over him.", I clu

OPEN MARRIAGE. Nina's POV. "I think we should have an open marriage." Nate, my husband suggested and it felt like my world had just crumbled. Did I hear right or was I hallucinating? "An open marriage?" I repeated, just to be sure because currently, my hands that were holding the concealer to cover up the bruises on my face and neck were trembling. "Yes, You heard right, Nina." He frowned, showing his displeasure at being asked to repeat himself and I bit my lower lips hard.

"I need you to know that what you're going to do isn't in anyway wrong. You need to understand just how horrible the man you're married to is first before you can make up your mind about what you want to do." "By horrible do you mean that there's more I don't know about him?" "Unfortunately yes, Scarlett," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Your husband is just like any billionaire out there, ruthless, powerful and merciless. That's the reason why he made up that story about your dad and sold it to the press." "What?" I shouted, gaining attention from most people in the room, before they all went back to their businesses. "What did you just say?" I asked again, this time making sur

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”