My Millionaire Husband Novels & Stories

Turns out being rich and lonely felt worse than being broke and busy. At least one thing had changed. I was glowing. Good food, zero stress, and expensive skincare had done their work, and even I had to admit I looked better. Out of curiosity one afternoon, I searched his name. Alexander Blackwood.Turns out my fake husband owned half the world, industries, fashion companies, a media channel, a model agency, a multi billion dollar empire. Funny how I had to find out about my own husband from the internet, given I hadn't seen him once since arriving. He left before I woke up and came back after I was already asleep.

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!

Chapter 164 Sasha's POV While Sienna and her husband were going through their own problems, I was also going through mine with my husband. I just discovered a shocking truth. I had been married to my husband for a few months now and everything seemed perfect. We were in love and I thought we had a strong foundation of trust. But, I just found out that my husband was the son of a billionaire.

“I’m glad your marriage is treating you so well. It’s all I’ve ever prayed for.” “Thank you, dad. Sebastian is the nicest husband anyone could ever hope for. I even find myself wishing that the marriage would not end.” She laughed a little nervously before going on. “Do you know that I’m now a millionaire? He spends so much on me and still gives me so much money that I do not know what to do with it. Sometimes, I even wonder what I can do for him in return, but I can’t think of anything. He already has it all. It’s not because of the money that I want the marriage not to end, though. I just like his personality and kindness and the way he takes care of me.” There was silence on the other end

He was the kind of person that didn't show off. He preferred to keep a low profile and did his things discreetly. “Look Mykel,” I began. “My husband owns properties. Houses, lands, name them. He has cars. He owns a McLaren F1, a Rolls Royce, a BMW, and a Bugatti. He's already a millionaire and will be a billionaire in his thirties. Do you know how many contracts he bags? He has capital!!” Fuck I was pissed. Fucking pissed. No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel.

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortune. I turned to Eric slowly “You’re a billionaire,” I blurted, as I practically shoved my phone in his face. “You’re a billionaire heir. Why didn’t you tell me?!” He froze, eyes widening slightly as he saw the video. “Sienna, I—” “No, don’t ‘Sienna’ me! Why is the internet calling you a billionaire heir?!” He raised his palms gently, like he was approaching a startled animal. “Let’s breathe for a moment. We were about to go get breakfast. Why don't we eat first and I promise I’ll explain anything you want to know.”

I sighed my husband is a wealthy, multi-billionaire CEO, who had companies all over the world, (including Africa), but here I sat, resentful, even with all the splendor around me. I had been married to my husband for a month now, we slept in the same room, on the same bed, but kept reasonable distance, not that he is bad-looking or anything, in fact he is a sight to behold, I had never seen a man as handsome as he is, is just that I had been married to him, by my parents, who would never want to miss an opportunity to get their daughter married to a wealthy CEO

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.

They scolded me for hiding my husband and now Hershey was glaring at me. "Why didn't I know that you're married? Your husband is so hot and handsome, Sol. That's unfair! I don't even have a boyfriend. Why are you so lucky?" Hershey continued throwing tantrums. I just laughed and shook my head. I told them about Jordan and our marriage. Of course, they know him as Trevor Evans' illegitimate son and I chose to respect Jordan's decision of keeping his real identity hidden. I know he doesn't like much attention that is why he's hiding the fact that he's the President of the Muller Group.