My Husband Is A Big Shot Novels & Stories

Emma Lawson had always believed that trust was the strongest part of a marriage. Not passion. Not promises. Trust. For seven years, she had trusted Daniel Hart with everything she had. Her heart. Her dreams. Her future. And tonight, she was planning a surprise to celebrate their seventh wedding anniversary. The thought made her smile as she stepped out of the elevator and walked into the penthouse she shared with her husband. The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden reflections across the marble floor.

"You're what?" "I'm getting married." "Mom, you've been married four times." "I know." "And now you're doing this again?" "This is different." "That's what you said the last time." "This man is different." I leaned against the window. "Who is he?" She hesitated. That hesitation bothered me. "What's his name?" "Alexander Black." The laughter died in my throat. I knew that name. Everybody knew that name. Alexander Black wasn't the kind of billionaire people casually mentioned.

I said, keeping it simple. There was a pause on the other end. “Blackwell? Wow… you’re lucky! That place is impossible to get into.” I laughed quietly, picturing her wide-eyed face. “Yeah, lucky, I guess.” She had no idea, I could imagine her reaction if she knew the president Dominic Connor Blackwell was my husband, and I didn’t bother. Let her think it was all by chance, by merit. That suited me fine. “You’re kidding,” she said, still buzzing. “I mean, Blackwell? That’s huge. You’re probably going to be doing amazing things already, right?”

I don’t want to talk about him. Not here. Not with them. Not when even I don’t understand where we stand. I force a polite smile anyway. “You guys have way too much free time,” I say lightly. That only encourages them. “Oh come on, Lyssa,” someone laughs. “You can’t blame us. Your husband is literally one of the most talked-about CEOs in the country.” “And mysterious,” another adds dramatically. “He never talks about his personal life.” “Except when he picked you up that day,” someone else chimes in. “That was iconic.”

A small smile crept on my lips. Because of my plus size, I always get bullied and body shamed by people sometimes. Being called fat and big and I've really gotten used to it. But I got a nice compliment from a total stranger, a little boy at that… It's something I haven't heard from my husband all my life. I am married to Ethan Slade - CEO of one of the biggest construction company in New York. We were engaged to each other right from when we were kids. More like, it's just an agreement between the two families to have us get married.

We never kissed, both of us too shy to embark on that endeavor. "What are you doing here?" he asks, concern taking over his features. He turned into a handsome man. He was a cute guy in high school but in a goofy way. He was a brainiac, which obviously paid off since there's an MD after his name on his badge. Now, he's tall, dark, poised, confident, and not at all quirky. "My husband had a stroke. He's here for a brain stent." I say as if he's having a hangnail removed.

The poor guy was giving an assuring smile to Krishika but little did he know how fatal this smile was going to be for him. To know more, stay connected with the story," My Husband Is A Billionaire Son-in-law" *********************************** Like, share and vote.

We agreed to drink outside first because finally, we all submitted our articles. I hesitate to smile. "Huh? Why do you have to meet him? We hardly ever meet at home because we're so busy," I reasoned with them. "If your husband is a millionaire, for sure we know that. What is his name?" Chad asked. "You're being talkative." I said laughing. I turned to Andrea and looked at her for help in answering their questions. "Well, it's true, his family is a millionaire but my husband is not well known because his Daddy is the CEO of the company not him. He's not to be exposed in the media," I continued and I told the truth.

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

my friend Jocelyn rushed off her words as she roust me to pry through the numerous numbers of students who left their classes to be here just for one man and that man is my husband. That breathtaking, mouth-watering, virile and dazzling young man who is the idol of every student here today is none other but my cold and arrogant husband. I nearly laugh out loud when Jocelyn coaxes me to come here today with her so that I can get a glimpse of the world's most handsome and talented idol not to talk of how rich he is. To get a glimpse of my husband, a man I see everyday.... that was funny.