My Dangerous Billionaire Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Your husband isn’t the hero you think. He’s hiding something. Something about his past. When it comes to light, his empire will crumble. And you—his contract bride—will fall with him.” Elena’s chest tightened. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” Julian smirked. “Ask yourself why he really married you. Do you think it was just your family’s debt? Or was it something else—something buried, something dangerous?” Before she could reply, a voice cut through the night. “Step away from her.” Elena spun around. Damian stood at the edge of the rooftop, his expression thunderous. His eyes locked on Julian, cold and merciless. “You never learn, Crane,” Damian said, his voice like steel. “Touch what’s mine, and yo

“You’re trespassing.” “And you’re hosting the event of the year,” he replied smoothly. “Besides…” His tone dropped, eyes glinting with something dangerous. “This would make a perfect headline.” My jaw tightened. “Famous billionaire engaged again,” Damian continued. “Years after a very mysterious marriage no one was ever allowed to talk about.” I stepped closer, towering over him. “You wouldn’t dare.” He only smirked. “Oh, I would. You forget t’s my job to inform the people.”

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

He was definitely waiting for the moment she would be kicked out. “Who are you?” Under the bright golden light of summer shining through the glass, the man sitting beside her suddenly lowered his newspaper, he looked very irritated. “I…” Danielle was stunned to realize this was the extremely famous billionaire. The young billionaire and one of her family’s biggest creditors. Her parents had talked a lot about this man since before she got married. Anyone who met him feared his imposing presence. This time she was truly unlucky. If she were thrown out of the car, that despicable husband would run over and mock her.

Julian murmured, taking a deliberate step closer until he was towering over her, "she handles this resort far better than you do. And she looks infinitely better doing it." Helen's breath hitched, her chest rising sharply at his proximity before she violently slapped his arm away. "She's a ticking time bomb," Helen spat, her voice tight with suppressed humiliation. "And you're playing a stupid, reckless game. Noah isn't blind, Julian. He's her husband, and he looks like he wants to tear your throat out every time you breathe near her." Julian's smile did not falter. If anything, it only deepened. "Is that supposed to frighten me?"

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

Camille listened carefully as I explained everything about Charlotte and Celine to her, I told her about how I’d overheard them planning to destroy Ivan and to also ‘take care’ of me. “Oh my god,” Camille gasped when I was done talking, “this is why I hate billionaires, there’s always someone with shady business.” She finished. “You really need to be careful because judging from all of these, not only is Ivan in danger but you are too and Ivan? I don’t really care about him but you? You’re my best friend and I honestly don’t want to lose you.” She continued after a while of silence. “I know but I can’t just leave it and pretend I don’t know anything. Ivan is in more danger, he has a lot more

I parked in front of the King's Mansion and I saw my husband highlight from a cab. Did his car break down? Before I got out of the car, he had already entered the house. He walked so fast for a normal human being. I heard a glass break when I got to the front door. He is not only rash with his words; he is careless too. "How could you overthrow your older brother? After all, we have done to you. You are a hypocrite. I raised you to this fine age and you decide to take all my son has, his supposed-to-be bride, and now his rank as the number one billionaire heir. I always knew you were up to something." I heard a feminine voice yell.

My eyes darted to the door, my only way to escape. To my utter shock, he swept the cane from side to side as he walked towards me "Let me reintroduce myself, I am Denver Angelo, your husband." He seethed. Then realization dawned on me and I froze on the spot. Danver Angelo, the most attractive wealthy billionaire was stone blind. Before I could recollect myself, he was already in front of me. He gripped my chin tightly. I whimpered in pain. "I don't like repeating myself, I'll ask you one last time." He whispered in my ear. His voice was laced with threat. " I fucking asked you to strip".