My Husband Is A Big Shot Novels & Stories

MY WIFE IS MY SECRET MISTRESS On our wedding night, my husband pointed a loaded gun at my head on the roof of a forty-story building, and honestly, that pretty much tells you everything you need to know about our dynamic. He didn't pull the trigger, obviously. He just wanted to see if I would beg, if I would crack under the pressure of the empire I had just married into. I didn't flinch. I just stared down the barrel, and walked back downstairs to cut our five-tier fondant wedding cake for the paparazzi. My marriage to Steve Carter is a masterclass in fiction. To the world, we are the city's newest power couple, a seamless merger of two legacy families designed to dominate the social pages a

“Well… since everyone saw it, I won’t hide it. That person… is indeed my husband…” “OMG! It’s really Dr. Harper’s husband!” “My goodness! I ship this couple so hard!” “Oh my god, senior’s husband is max boyfriend material!! Ship it!” Harper was speechless. “Uh… my husband isn’t from the medical field, so please keep this low-profile,” Harper said, bracing herself. “When he’s free, I’ll formally introduce him to everyone, okay?” “Ahhh!” “Don’t worry! We won’t gossip about anything!”

“After what happened to you, how could not be worried about him?” He grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth. “Because he’s not there to do anything dangerous. Just a quick meeting. You’re stressing over nothing.” “My husband is alone in a different country. Of course I’m stressed.” “Well, don’t forget who your husband is.” He kept watching the TV. “He’s a powerful guy who can handle himself.” “So are you,” I pointed out. “Now you’re stuck in bed.”

It felt strange, I had almost lost the habit of doing household chores. “You wanna eat pizza?” I suggested.as I took out the phone to order it. “That's what you do when you want to shut me up. By the way, yes,” I smiled at her pouty face. “Looks like your boyfr-, sorry, your husband is spoiling you with his money,” She said mockingly. My fingers froze for a moment at the mention of the man because of all the fuss. He was my husband in the eyes of the public. It was funny, how different reality was. It was tragic. Him and I.

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

"Sorry sir, I don't want anyone to misunderstand," "Misunderstand? I'm single, just calm down. " "Yes, you are single, but I already have a husband!"

He asked me. "No, my husband is not a coward. He is Roman Atono, the leader of Russia mafia along with my dad. I insisted that I come in first since I am part of the deal." I told him who my husband is. "I love the way you hyped him. I hope he worths it." He said. "He worths more than it. But this isn't a moment of personal discussion." I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, let him in." He commanded.

But it has greatly affected my professional image, as most of the male investors and business partners has involved in his affairs now looked at me as a pushover housewife. “You are so lucky; she doesn’t nag about it. My wife always went berserk. She never understood my needs as a man!” a middle-aged man cockily stated. My husband mockingly let out a sigh. “Isn’t my wife LUCKIER to have me?” He looked down on his comrades, or should I say lapdogs. He placed his other hand at his pocket while the other one holds the golf bat as it sits on his shoulder. “Yes, yes… hahahaha, ” his father joined in and maniacally laughed.

“Thank you, for keeping him company when I wasn’t being very fun.” The man laughs, his name is at the very back of my mind, but like an itch I can’t touch, it remains at the back of my mind. “He gave me a reason to visit my husband at work, and who would waste such a golden opportunity?” Hilary! His husband is the doctor!! With the new information, I take them both in, they share a smile at Hilary’s words. I like what I see, an older couple, being happy together. That could easily be Jesse and I.

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."