My Millionaire Husband Novels & Stories

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

He added softly. “My Millionaire husband, Thank you baby!” Natasha muttered to him happily. “Shut up!!!... .who the hell are you to tell me what to do in my own house.” Mercy shouted, staring at them in disbelief. “And who the hell is your Millionaire husband?” She asked Natasha angrily. “That’s my husband ma…it’s one of the best sweet pet names I love to call him anytime he makes me happy.” Natasha replied, smiling sweetly to Daniel. David and mercy was dumbfounded as they stare at them in disbelief, these people are so poor yet act rich, so rich in love unlike theirs.

He boasted and I stared at him for a minute before laughing softly. The smug smile on his face vanished as I laughed, like he had just said something very funny. “Oh, Nathan. You're funny. And guess what, you're right. My husband is such a loving and doting man, he loves spending his money on me. I mean, he's a billionaire after all.” I said softly and he stiffened for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Your husband?” “I'm married, Mr Nathan. Is the diamond ring too unnoticeable?” I mumbled softly and took out my phone, clicking on a contact.

“No. I’m disgusted in you. But somehow you get to come up to me because of the man I married.” “I checked their ID. They are more than 18. But this is not about me. This is about you. And if I’m being honest, why would you go ahead to be with someone like that that has no money? Why did you not go for somebody that is at least a millionaire? I’ve heard the news. Your marriage was a wonderful one. You spent a lot on it. Had a lot of private ministers in it. But what happens next? You guys go on living your life happily ever after. Your image is shifting with this guy in it. As your friend, I’m telling you, think twice about it. It’s not too late to back out. Billionaires make mistakes all the

-Good day, My name is Henry. I am part of a very wealthy family believe it or not and stand the chance to be the heir of a very large fortune worth millions of dollars. The only thing standing between my trust fund and I is marriage. That’s where you come in. Most women that I encounter are after my money and would use whatever tricks up their sleeve to maximize off of pretending to love me, that’s why I would rather have a fake marriage with someone that I know is after my money from the word go. Of course you would be compensated handsomely for your participation and the marriage would be for only five years while I gain access to my trust fund. The amount of money that you would get would

He replied, cockiness hinting in his tone as he shot a survey of my body. I glared until he met my eyes and he rolled his eyes in amusement. Do I need to remind him that I'm his wife? If he turns out to be this self obnoxious man, then forget about divorce, I will drown him in his own puddle of obnoxiousness. "He was a bright student in my class. Always enlightened to learn a new lesson or create a new dish out of anything-" "Even plastic?" I cut her off in mid-sentence. She smiled, forcibly, "No, Millie. Not everyone is like you who microwaved refrigerator chocolate with the packet."

he asked. "I said that I had a miscarriage before, and what he saw was not his child," I replied. "So, it was right that I introduced myself as your husband because he would think that Agatha is our daughter. It was right that I did that," he said while nodding. "Duh? He's a millionaire now, and I don't think your pretending will be safe," I answered him. He laughed and shook his head before speaking, so I frowned at him. "He's just a millionaire," he said, as if hearing it from me was an insult to him.

The sight of her alone, makes me cringe. Why does she even have to live with us? Her husband is a multi-billionaire who owns the 'Crystal syrup' alcohol-producing enterprise and is currently the seventh richest man in New Jersey. This gives her a big head by the way. Why can't they just get their own houses like Summers husband or something? Do they really have to stay here with their ugly attitude? Whilst making my internal complaints, grandma spots me and smiles. "Ah, we're finally complete. "She says although my father and husband are absent.

I'm not sure if it's my imagination, but I think the stranger's lips twitch at my words. "That's... Very accurate, actually," he tilts his head, smirking at me with this odd expression I can't read. "The man you married is indeed a millionaire. He is super wealthy." I blink in surprise. "Really?" "Yup." "And you know this, why?" He seems to bite back a laugh. "I'm very... Acquainted with your husband and just know that he is... What was the word you used now again? Loaded?"

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."