My Billionaire Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

“I can’t keep showing up to family dinners with nothing to show. I can’t keep watching Elena and Raymond shake their heads at me. I need kids. I need a legacy. And if you can’t give me that…” He paused. Looked at me like I was someone he barely recognized. “I want an open marriage.” I stared at him. The words felt unreal. “Open marriage?” I repeated slowly. “Yeah.” He shrugged like it was simple. “I sleep with other women. You can see whoever you want. We stay married. Keep the house, the money, the image. I get children. You get freedom. It’s practical.” My stomach dropped. This was the man I had stood by through everything. The one who promised forever. Now he was standing there offering t

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

“I want you gone. Leave Lucas. Leave this house. You don’t belong here.” Scarlet stood slowly, her voice calm but cutting. “You cheat with my husband, crawl into my marriage, and I’m the one who should leave? What kind of twisted logic is that?” Maria smirked. “He doesn’t love you. Neither does his family. How long do you plan to fight this losing battle?” Scarlet's eyes narrowed. “And you think he loves you? Then why are you still a secret? Why hasn’t he claimed you? You’re not a partner, Maria. You’re a sex toy.”

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.

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.

"Well, those into it as a business know better unlike some of us that do such with one man year to year." He laughed hard, "Stick to your husband now that you have him. Those girls out there aren't joking." He wasn't supposed to tell me because I know but he won't believe that his son starves me at times because of too much work. I never knew that marrying a billionaire wouldn't be all that rosy.

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

I lifted my head and looked up at him from the floor of the room where my marriage had just died, my whole body shaking. "What exactly do you call this?" My voice cracked and rose. "A wife for your cameras and my sister for your bed. What do you call that, Michael?" He straightened up. He buttoned his cuff, first the left, then the right, and looked down at me with the patient face of a man closing a meeting. "I want an open marriage," he said. "A divorce will taint my reputation."

After I freshen up, I would sort for something to eat. [BREAKING NEWS: The Hideous Crippled Billionaire's Wife is rumored to be barren and unable to provide an heir. Mr. James Wellson is in search of a good wife material in both kitchen and bed…] “What?” I held the handrail and stopped in my tracks, my jaw dropped in shock as I gradually turned to the television. Barren?! Have we had sex before? Why did he publish such news? Wait, what's going on? Another marriage? I rambled with words as I rushed up to where I had kept my bag and brought out my phone.