My Ex Convict Beggar Husband Is Now A Trillionaire Novels & Stories

New bruises and scrapes piled up from one shift to the next. But the night he found out I'd been pushed around again for a few extra dollars, he went quiet for a long time. In the middle of the night, half-asleep, I felt his arms tighten around me. I kept my eyes closed, turned into his chest, and whispered that everything was okay. The next morning, he left early. When I saw him again, he was standing by a car I couldn't even name, parked downstairs. That's when I learned the truth. He was the heir to the Harrington fortune — born proud and headstrong, refusing to be anyone's puppet. He'd run away to make something of himself on his own.

"Worry about you? I just wanted to make sure you’ll have a roof over your head now that you’re no longer married to me." Her chest tightened, but she refused to show any weakness. Instead, she smiled again, this time with more resolve. "Goodbye, Caleb." She turned on her heel and walked out of the courtroom. Caleb’s eyes followed her, an inexplicable pang of guilt gnawing at him as the doors swung shut behind her. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Power," he muttered under his breath. He needed the wealth and influence that marrying Linda would bring. His family’s bankruptcy had been a wake-up call years ago, and now he was terrified they would fall into ruin again. The go

To prove to them that I'd married well, I'd lived with him in a cramped basement apartment -- sweltering in summer, freezing in winter. In those early days of scraping and hustling, we had no money. For half a month straight, we survived on bread and water. I never complained. I stood by him through every miserable day. I begged my father to let him manage a subsidiary of Ashford Corporation. And he delivered. Within a year, he'd established himself at the company. During that same year, I stayed home trying to conceive. The medications, the injections -- I'd lost count of them all. "Let go of my sweetheart. Or I'll post your private photos online."

“You have family to turn to for that. I’m no longer involved in your life.” “Can’t I borrow the money from you? Lend me 100,000 dollars. I’ll pay you back once I get married.” Cassidy was on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry, but my money is reserved for my son and wife. I don’t have that kind of money to lend you.” “You earn 50 grand a month.” “That’s none of your business.” Cassidy hung up in despair. With no source of income, the cost of her treatment would leave her drowning in debt.

In addition to attempted kidnapping, he was convicted of bribery, money laundering, extortion, and three murders from a decade ago. The moment the gavel fell, I felt a sense of relief I had never known. The enemies from my past life had finally received their due punishment. The Millers, though rescued, had lost everything. The firm was bankrupt, their properties auctioned off. They were forced to move from their Upper East Side mansion to a small apartment in Queens. Richard's heart condition made it impossible for him to work. Margaret had to take a job as a cashier at a supermarket. Every day, their new neighbors would point and whisper, telling jokes at their expense.

His face turned red, and his breaths became haggard, fierce veins were beginning to make way to his forehead and his eyes were bloodshot. He was tired! Tired of what they called marriage. He was exhausted from being in a trap that was nothing close to happiness. He was a sad man, a depressed and unhappy married billionaire. Richard owned the largest bank in Southern California. Apart from that, he had other business establishments in some parts of the United States. He also owned a large winery, had shares in other top companies and made investments worth billions. No doubt, he was a young, rich, handsome, and successful man.

he told him, because they knew each other quite very well, in a civil relationship. Again, another masculine voice responded from the witnesses that were there, a poor old man, who seemed to have lose his right mind, "I have a wife whom I've always loved and cherished, how I wish I could communicate with her in heaven, that I may plead with her to obtain some power there and change the cruel heart of this millionaire. I was once a successful trader, I fell out of trade not because I don't have the capital to continue; but because my debtors could not pay back their debt, and that I had to resign to another field of work. Before my desire would lead me into covetousness."

Vikas goes back with the laptop after a bow of his head. I'm feeling stupid, embarrassed. His expression is amused, which has happened for the first time. I squint my eyes at him coldly, " Why did you marry me? I'm not... um! " I stop, " I'm not a wealthy person. I don't know how to use a laptop. " I'm having trouble digesting all this. First, according to me, he's a small businessman, suddenly he turns into a mafia king, now he's a billionaire and soon to be a trillionaire. This man can leave me at any time. I don't know how to use a laptop. How could someone be so dumb? " It's a piece of cake. " He says.

Was that how extremely jobless people were? The blonde exhaled through her lips. She had heard enough. Just when she proceeded to close the door, the female with a high pitched voice spoke up. “That’s no surprise there. Do you know what Nova Grey was known as back in the days? A husband snatcher. Sources have it that she stole her best friend’s fiancé, ruined their weeding and broke up with the poor man about a month later.”

Jack's father spoke up. “Yes, our family is quite wealthy, has three villas for rent, several boarding houses, and shares in the bank; we don't have to worry about the economy.” Jack's mother continued. The shrimp had just gone halfway down my throat when it got stuck. I choked up at their wealth. I want to ask the guy next to me if he can turn fake into real. Compared to my previous customers, he was much more handsome, tall, clean, and gentle. If he doesn't like women, I don't mind being his sister, making money together, and sharing it.