My Husband Is A Big Shot Novels & Stories

I'm not used to hearing things like that but I must admit that what he said had a different effect on me. "But I'll wait, wife. I'll wait for you. Always and forever." I nodded as he said it sincerely. One thing I learned from my husband, he's not the madman I believed he was. He is not as ruthless as the people in town believe. He's Mr. Shein and my husband is the kindest man I've met so far.

“Oh Common, your husband is a billionaire and quite influential. He is all you need” “What do you mean” I furrowed my brows.

Now he just disappears without saying a word. But see, I know for a fact that he's not cheating on me. That's not the person that he is, at all. Especially having been through the things he has with his exes. He's got a lot going on, which is something I understand. Aaron Miller is the busiest, most successful man in the country right now. He's also my husband of a little over three years.

My eyes widened after scanning one of the first articles I saw online. I was right. Vladimir Lewis, my husband, is a fucking billionaire in his own rights!

When they saw Levi's handsome face, they felt flattered and raised their glasses to him. Some of them even ogled at him. While some of them tried to twist their waist while walking to show him how flexible it is. "They're all ordinary women, " Levi said again, casually with a slight shake of his head. Steven touched his forehead and sighed. "Well, I know that in your heart, the woman on your marriage certificate is the most beautiful woman in the world! No one can compete with her!" Even now, he still couldn't believe that his brother had a wife.

The words of the old man kept ringing in my ears so nothing was going to let me down. A trillionaire as his husband was, she thought they had everything than anyone else in the world. I gasped for breath and made my way off from the house as I walked straight to my car to my house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Welbeck walked through the door of his apartment, he immediately felt exhausted. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly why he felt so drained, but he assumed it had something to do with the visit he had just made to his fiance’s parents' home.

“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."

A faint smile rose upon his lips as I shielded myself from Veles's prying eyes. "Wife, you call me. Do you really see yourself fit to call my husband? My soulmate? When you have done nothing but caused me pain!" I snarled, backing away. My sepia orbs settled on his bright ones, his gaze wild, he suddenly looked every inch of monster who did not ponder twice before masticating my whole family, he represented a warrior, a beast. "Watch your mouth, butterfly. I may not be kind enough to listen to your words," he took a threatening step towards my direction. "But I can assure you how much of a husband I can be."

“I’m alright, but something happened.” Taking a deep breath, his Mother Xu began to speak, her voice filled with a mix of worry and affection. She delicately informed him that her husband, his father-in-law, had fallen ill. Her words were laced with the gravity of the situation, each syllable carefully chosen to convey the severity of the news without causing unnecessary alarm. She described how her husband had been experiencing a decline in his health over the past few days, with his condition steadily worsening. Her voice quivered slightly as she shared the details, emphasizing the need for immediate attention and medical intervention.

Only if he knew my husband, he wouldn’t even ask such a question. “Well, Jacob, you see, my husband is a very noble man. It’s possible that he recognized who it was, but he chose to look the other way since you’re not a significant enough danger to our business for him to take action. My husband, Zion Archer, chooses to focus on disturbing and pressing matters rather than a few ants trying to get a big fish that they can’t even handle eating. If it’s not important, it doesn’t warrant our attention. This is something that my husband and I try to live by.” “If I am not important, then why are you here?”