My Husband Is A Big Shot Novels & Stories

She’s probably on her ninth month considering her belly’s going to pop anytime soon with how big it was. “Amore, you haven’t eaten dinner yet.” His wife only responds with a wave of her hand, not sparing him a glance. Sol sighs. The two of us are left standing here. Yes, I feel nervous and intimidated, especially when you’re with the most powerful businessmen in America and probably the world. Then I suddenly realized. Were they powerful because their family actually belongs to the mafia?

He let me pull it over his head, revealing his broad chest and shoulders, marked slightly by scars obviously from battles. "You're so big," I said, running my hands over his chest; I don't know if I have ever said that to him before, but he really is huge. "Too big?" There was something vulnerable in the question, like maybe he was worried about the size being a problem for me; that sounded funny because what choice do I have even if he's too big? He's my husband and it's till death do us part. But he isn't too huge, just the right amount of broadness that goes well with the kind of person he is, and his powers as well.

I stole glances at my ‘husband’, who was now focused on the laptop, working. Asides being a ruthless Capo del Capi and the ladies man, my husband was also a business tycoon. A jack of all trades if you ask me. Thanks to Marcella, I found out all I needed to know about him and the companies he owned. He was stinky rich. Scratch that, he was wealthy! The only one who comes close to him in his cycle was Zakai, then Cesare. A wealthy stay-at-home mafia wife. I kinda like the sound of it.

“Give it up. She’s married.” “For real? No way!” “She’s got a five-year-old daughter.” “No way! She looks like she’s barely in her twenties! What does her husband do?” the man asked, still not giving up. Lucas gave him a pointed look. “Don’t even think about it. Her husband’s a big shot in the finance world.”

"Your husband is actually really good, Ms. Bishop." "How could he just be a firefighter? He has to be some sort of consultant before, right?" "I didn't know you hid a powerhouse at home."

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

Asher was the only one she ever loved, and she never thought about anyone else. "Exactly, don't forget that I am your husband and you are my wife. I didn't go out and sleep my way with the female population of Nepolis because I am your husband. It doesn't have anything to do with someone who chooses their career over me" he replied with a hint of anger. He never raised his voice on her before. This is the first time. Aria's hands slipped down from his face and she took a step back.

I retorted. “As long as you’re not a man, it’s all good with me,” he replied. “Well, actually, I am!” I teased. He started laughing and mocked, “Really?” “Yes, in fact, before the surgery, my dick was bigger than yours!” I replied, laughing. He turned serious. “You must really be Daon’s woman. You two are just alike!” he commented. I was out of breath from laughing at his expression. “Yes, we are the perfect couple, which is why we got married,” I replied.

I could barely see their eyes through the shades, but their postures made it clear—they meant business. “Is this... normal?” I whispered to Stephanie when she came close enough to hug me. The entire scene felt surreal, something straight out of a movie. She chuckled softly, glancing over at the group. “Yes, girl. Your husband’s a billionaire,” she said with a wink, though I couldn’t shake my unease.

She bluffed with so much confidence, and that almost made me throw up. “You? Who do you think you are, Sharon?” I chuckled. She furrowed her brows trying to process my words. “I am married to Lucian Houston, whose name never missed the chance to be on the Television, news, and magazines everyday. One of the richest men in the country is my husband, not any ordinary man, Lucian Houston!”