My Millionaire Husband Novels & Stories

She will make their lives miserable. When Oscar was dumbfounded by Aretha's words, he turned to see Roger, who was sitting leisurely in his chair, watching them. This person is a billionaire of AL. Oscar has to rely on Roger a lot. He doesn't want to lose the mountain of gold in front of him. If his daughter Jenny were to marry Roger, then the second half of Oscar's life would be worry-free. Oscar made a serious face at Aretha, raising his voice. "The police will take you away in a while. You will be arrested for abusing the company's public funds and assaulting others. This crime is hard to escape."

We slept together on a daily basis but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire. I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up. It was at my wedding I knew that my husband to be was an heir to a company . . crazy huh?. I looked at the clock that was hung on the wall and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work . “Fuck!” I stood up And made my way to the bathroom immediately

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S

“Fine. Entertain me. Why are you here, husband?” Damien’s stomach twisted at the word. But he had no option than to speak. He needed him and must get him no matter how rude he sounds. All he needed was to play along. “Because,” he paused, then exhaled. The thought of telling Lucas the main reason why he wanted him stocked him. Questions filled his mind but he waved it off, after all he must know. “My father has commanded me to get a wife before he could fully give the Blackwell Enterprises to me. If I don’t fulfill that command within the next two months, I will lose everything and will have no share in the business..”

The caller ID showed the words Fabian, and Cordelia froze. A crushing sense of humiliation spread from the bottom of her heart. The call ended automatically, and the screen dimmed shortly afterward. As if driven mad, Cordelia hurled the phone to the ground and gulped in air. Her mind went blank for a moment, and it took her a long while to come back to herself. A sharp pain clenched around Cordelia’s heart. She could not believe that the man who spent the past five years appearing everywhere with Sylvia as a couple was actually her husband, Felix.

But before I could ask, the hotel manager's voice interrupted me. "Hey! You two in the ragged suits!" The manager walked over and kicked my knee in disgust. "You got lucky today. Mr. Thorne is throwing a birthday party for the young master here, and the kid loves these stupid dolls. Go in there, dance, make the little master laugh, and this hundred thousand dollars is yours." One hundred thousand dollars?! Alaric was thrilled; opportunities like this were rare. That was, until I walked in and saw my "bankrupt" husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit.

But it's okay, I can go with her to register the marriage right now and will prepare the wedding as quickly as possible. “We are husband and wife, this will never change. Be good, Alisa, follow me home. Your husband is now a billionaire, he has a lot of money and...” “No, we are not. There is nothing to prove that you are my husband… please forgive me, I already have a boyfriend, ah, no, I already have a fiancé.”

She said it with a smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Woods. Yet your contracted husband is a specialist in every area. You are incredibly lucky to have a husband like that—one with model-like looks, culinary prowess on par with a chef at a five-star hotel, and the ability to create a stunning garment out of nothing more complicated than a set of bedsheets for his wife. Being with you made me realize how many talents I possess." Despite my best attempts, I was unable to keep a smile on my face when she referred to our marriage as a "contracted marriage." I didn't want to show how horrible I felt about it.

That she doubted her grandfather would want to talk about his grandson's dead wife. "Well... I think that's the most likely thing my grandfather could ask us," Maximiliano said, with little encouragement as he remembered how hard his life had been; the people who looked at him believed that because he had been a millionaire, he had always been happy, and although money itself was a fundamental part of happiness, that void in his heart could only be filled by little Dylan, and sometimes, on sleepless nights, he felt like that emptiness was still there. "We have to go shopping... for... things" Maximiliano sighed, standing up, Amelia had told him she was sorry when he had told her about his wi