My Millionaire Husband Novels & Stories

" Olivia looked at Jonathan, just as a woman was doing her hairstyle. Jonathan had just turned the pages of a magazine, and without looking up he answered: "Honey, I've spent a lot of money organizing this wedding, you didn't want to put up a single penny, so I did my best Olivia looked at him contemptuously, and knowing that she couldn't say a single word, she smiled hypocritically. "You're my future husband, and you're a billionaire, aren't you?" It's you who should treat me like a queen. Besides, you know perfectly well my conditions, for that reason you must make me happy.

“No, god, who has time for that? Anyway, then he cooks me dinner. And I mean cooks it, a full pasta meal with dessert - really cook, like the pasta was made from scratch. His mother taught him how to make it.” “So, you are marrying him for his pasta?” Emily raised her eyebrows. It wasn’t the most outrageous reason that Megan had contemplated marrying a man for. “No, I would marry him for his – hey, watch it you arsehole! That guy almost sideswiped me, Emily, I swear it and have dash-cam evidence. Anyway, what have you been doing rather than answer my calls?” “I have been in a meeting all afternoon. Well actually not a meeting.” Emily confessed. “A recording studio.”

"I'll pay you a million dollars. No games." "A... a million dollars?" Iris's voice faltered. The number was staggering. Ryan leaned back, sipping his drink casually. "Yes. A million. And when the contract is over, you never have to see me again." Her mind raced. A million dollars could change everything. Her mother needed surgery, and the medical bills were suffocating her. She could finally pay off the debt and maybe even start her dream of becoming a fashion designer. But... marry a stranger? "How do I know you're serious? For all I know, you could be some psycho," she challenged.

6 Months Later It had been six months since the Walker family shocked the entire country with an announcement that changed the course of high society forever. The sudden transfer of Eleanor Walker's private assets to her grandson's wife had become the biggest topic of conversation among the elite. Nobody had expected Emma Walker. Few knew of her existence despite the high profile life of her husband, Billionaire and heir to the Walker Empire, Noah Walker. The woman who had spent three years quietly standing beside him had suddenly become one of the richest women in the country.

I mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Trying?" she repeated. "I can’t see that." She gestured at me like I have every reason to be embarrassed. I honestly didn’t see anything wrong with me. "Your husband is Jack Winehouse, baby girl. One of the hottest billionaires in the world. And you dress like a virgin grandma from the eighties." She moved to sit beside me, gripping my shoulders. "You have to do better." "Better?" I echoed. "What, dress like a bimbo?"

He looked like a man who could crush an empire with a single word. "He must be incredibly wealthy,” she murmured. She knew that the whole city cannot be obsessed with this man solely for his good-looks. "Wealth is the least of it. In this city, he’s the law." Rivera glanced at Luke. Despite the lies, she felt a pang of abandonment. The anger was still there, but he was the only familiar thing she had in this terrifying new reality. However, right now, she was more curious about her husband. "What is he like?" she asked Luke. "I mean what kind of person is he?"

"If they wish to gain more possessions in life, they bear children for their husbands. The Quinn Family rewards them for every child they give birth to- 15 million for a son and 75 million for a daughter." Vanessa was floored by the Quinn Family tradition. "Isn't that just like raising a pet? Or worse, like a baby-machine?" 15 million for a son? With such an enticing figure, it explained why the Quinn's had such a large household. She glanced surreptitiously at Leonardo's lower half, and when she caught his gaze, she laughed awkwardly. "I. probably won't be getting those rewards, so it's best for me to find a job and have a steady income, after all my boyfriend wont provide for me and wants

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

“Only if you agree to meet up” he answers. “Meet up?” I gasp. He's sounding like he's flirting with me. I hear him chuckle lightly “your friend said you'll be stubborn and I get it. It's not every day you get a husband as rich as Mr. Sinclair. So, I totally—”

Now he just disappears without saying a word. But see, I know for a fact that he's not cheating on me. That's not the person that he is, at all. Especially having been through the things he has with his exes. He's got a lot going on, which is something I understand. Aaron Miller is the busiest, most successful man in the country right now. He's also my husband of a little over three years.