My Millionaire Husband Novels & Stories

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

"She hasn't signed it yet?" That second voice belonged to her husband. Victor. The ruthless billionaire her uncle had practically gift-wrapped and handed her to eleven months ago. "She will," Arthur chuckled, the sound of ice clinking against a glass echoing in the quiet house. "Emily is a good girl. She still thinks this marriage is a business merger to save Hart Enterprises. She actually believes that once the restructuring is done, she’ll step into her father's old seat as CEO." Victor let out a dry, humorless laugh. "A CEO? She’s a placeholder, Arthur. The moment the clock strikes midnight and the marriage reaches the one-year mark tomorrow, the legal transition goes through automaticall

"And when I heard he'd trashed your show over another woman, I couldn't do it anymore." "So I set up that meeting. I faked the injury. I lived in your apartment." "I know what I did was cheap. I just wanted you back." I listened, and something in me that I wasn't ready for was trying to rise. "Rowan. Are you an idiot? You're the heir to Ellsworth Holdings. You could have any woman you want. Why tie yourself to me?" It came out more irritated than I meant. Rowan laughed. He looked like a kid who'd just gotten away with something.

And she tolerated till now. Although it was like a worst scene a wife could imagine to have, but she felt relieved when Vincent confirmed that the girl is too close with his friends circles. So she isn't doing it to Vincent only. Other than her, Vincent is a caring and loving husband what most of the women want them in their lives. He is breathtakingly handsome, gorgeous, brilliant, extraordinarily strong. He is the self-made billionaire with his picture being covered in every single biggest Magazines in the world. So, having a husband is like blessing. Especially for a woman like Emma Downey who lives up to her heart not wealth, she is fully satisfied with his love and attention until three

Their company was the largest, the richest in the city and Max's father secretly ran a dangerous Mafia group. "You really wouldn't want to mess with the wife of Max Norman, would you?" She turned, pointing at the men who left me as soon as they heard the word. The shock and surprise on their faces was evident. Wait. Didn't they know I was married to Max? I mean it was literally advertised on every Media the day we had our wedding. "Good. Now I would need you all to get out right this moment!" She snapped and as if waiting for the words to roll off her lips, they left, brushing past Mary like she no longer mattered.

“We’d say that you have to sell your place, and it’s taken longer than expected to put it on the market. Also, we wanted to keep things as separate as possible until we were married and then still keep our living arrangements and relationship private.” “I live in a freaking duplex, and I rent,” I said sardonically. “I’ll think of something.” This is crazy. Of all the things I expected when I walked in here, marriage was not on the table. “You can’t pay me to be your wife! That’s…everyone would think that I got this huge bonus and a promotion for doing um…uh…doing inappropriate things with you!” I don’t mention how my constant defending him to people here would be a big red flag.

This whole thing was bizarre. I loved it but I couldn't digest it. The CEO, my billionaire husband just made me breakfast. I took a small bite of it. It was delicious. I was gawking at him in astonishment while eating my breakfast. My lucky star was shining today more. He's my lucky star. He didn't look at me staring at him. I was tempted to talk anything to him. He ate his breakfast silently. I did the same. Though, I wanted something more out of his silence.

“Mom doesn’t care. This bitch made you refuse the arranged marriage with Shirley! She made you defy Dad and Mom. She changed you, Bruce!” “I have changed, Mom. Sharon changed me. She made me realize that happiness is not just about wealth. All this time, you only cared about money and never thought about my happiness as your child. And even before I met Sharon, I had already firmly rejected the arranged marriage. I brought Sharon here to seek your blessing. Because I still remember that you are my parents.” “Even if we were dead, we would never agree to your marriage!” Dean firmly said. Aileen nodded, agreeing with her husband’s words.

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter

“You’re maybe thirty-one at most, and you’re one of the most handsome and charming bachelors in the country. You’re a long way from ancient.” “You think I’m handsome and charming?” Now he was getting somewhere. She rolled her eyes and smirked. “I’m not the only one.” “But you’re the only one I’m asking to marry me. I’ve made my billions. Now, I want to make a family.” Her eyes widened and she edged back, pulling her hand away in the process. “Easy, tiger. You just jumped from marriage to babies in sixty seconds flat. Don’t you think we should take some time to talk this through?”