My Billionaire Husband Wants An Open Marriage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.”

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

"The Langford family already threw you away! You are poor without me!" "Remember, Sarah, our marriage contract says you must give me a male heir. If not, you leave with nothing!" Sarah fell silent. If she divorced Ronan, she would live in poverty. No one would help her. She had no job. No savings at all. During their marriage, her needs were covered but everything was counted as household expenses. Ronan never gave her enough allowance even though he was a billionaire. She only received five hundred to seven hundred dollars per month. "Tonight, we will continue the baby program. You must get pregnant with a son."

“Is that so?” “Babe don't just push me away. We can still make things work between us.” “How?” He asked. “See, you are married already and I don't have any business with married women. If you really value me like you said, you should have given me so heads up. But no, you left me in the dark. Who does that?” “It's never too late.” My dear, it's late. Your husband is among the top tier, ranking as the wealthiest billionaires in town. He could easily arrest me if he finds out that you are cheating on him with me.”

“No. I’m disgusted in you. But somehow you get to come up to me because of the man I married.” “I checked their ID. They are more than 18. But this is not about me. This is about you. And if I’m being honest, why would you go ahead to be with someone like that that has no money? Why did you not go for somebody that is at least a millionaire? I’ve heard the news. Your marriage was a wonderful one. You spent a lot on it. Had a lot of private ministers in it. But what happens next? You guys go on living your life happily ever after. Your image is shifting with this guy in it. As your friend, I’m telling you, think twice about it. It’s not too late to back out. Billionaires make mistakes all the

"The apartment is vacant currently and he wants to give it off at fifty dollars per month and which amounts to six hundred dollars. He stressed that he wouldn't receive payment by installment." She looked at me with a sad face, "I hope you have enough for this?" "Sure, I do." "Wow! That's great. Are you packing into the apartment with your husband?" My heart skipped due to the question. "I don't have a husband," She popped out her eyes, took out her phone, and surfed the net. She peered into her phone with amazement. "Your husband, Mr. Jason the billionaire? Oops! He is getting married to someone else? I'm just seeing it now."

"She hasn't signed it yet?" That second voice belonged to her husband. Victor. The ruthless billionaire her uncle had practically gift-wrapped and handed her to eleven months ago. "She will," Arthur chuckled, the sound of ice clinking against a glass echoing in the quiet house. "Emily is a good girl. She still thinks this marriage is a business merger to save Hart Enterprises. She actually believes that once the restructuring is done, she’ll step into her father's old seat as CEO." Victor let out a dry, humorless laugh. "A CEO? She’s a placeholder, Arthur. The moment the clock strikes midnight and the marriage reaches the one-year mark tomorrow, the legal transition goes through automaticall

He had extinguished that light, suppressing her aspirations to mold her into the submissive wife he wanted. The truth was, Allora's love had been genuine and selfless, while his had been hollow and selfish. He assumed it was acceptable to maintain this sort of marriage. If Kylie was the reason Allora wanted to divorce, he would explain the situation clearly to Allora and compensate her later. Waving over his subordinate, Mason demanded, "Bring me my wife back, and do not let anything happen to her. Also, transfer five million to her account." The subordinate appeared conflicted.

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

"Rome is my boyfriend, Solana. And you know what? He's willing to do anything just so he can make me happy. What about your husband, Solana? Does he even have money to buy your whims? I don't think so." I cocked an eyebrow. "My husband may not be rich, but he never fails to make me happy, Agatha. He would pamper me. He would cook for me and insist on making me smile whenever I'm sad and you know what's the best part of marrying him? He can make me feel that I am the only woman in his life and I don't need to convince him on something because he will give everything that can make me happy," "…And I don't need my husband to provide for my whims. I can work for it, Agatha. I am not impotent," I