My Millionaire Husband Novels & Stories

“Fallon, we have a chef. I’m not about to start burning eggs just because we slept together.” I laughed, burying my face in the pillow. “I keep forgetting my husband is a billionaire.” “Good,” he said smugly. “I’m not sure you could survive the married-to-a-regular-guy version of me.” We got up slowly, taking our time. I wrapped myself in his robe—thick, black, way too big—and padded barefoot down the hall while he threw on a pair of joggers and followed behind. The mansion was quiet. The kind of quiet that usually felt cold.

But as my eyes looked into the room my heart stopped altogether in the middle of my chest. Sitting behind the desk was none other than my husband. His eyes bore into mine, a stoic and passive expression etched on his face. “Mr. Scott, the ladies from Walvern Media are here,” Jennifer announced. Miles Scott. Oh, my God. How had I been so dumb? How could I have not put the pieces together all this time? They had been in front of me the entire time. My husband, whom I had just met yesterday, was the richest man in America and the 8th richest in the world.

Maybe he has his reasons. As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

“I’m glad. And how’s Emily? Hope she isn’t bothering you too much. I’m sorry I was unable to come pick her up today like I promised.” “Oh nonsense. You know that our little angel is always welcome to stay with us as long as she needs.” “Thanks ma.” I replied. “But what is this I hear about your husband being a millionaire or something like that?” She asked, changing the subject with precise expertise that was peculiar only to the Jones’ household. He was actually a billionaire but I didn’t feel the need to correct her, ignorant being bliss and what not. “Yeah well, that happened.”

“Oh Common, your husband is a billionaire and quite influential. He is all you need” “What do you mean” I furrowed my brows.

She leaned closer to Winston and said mysteriously, "My husband is extremely wealthy. I can steal his money to support you!" Winston gave Millie a sideway glance. Right then, he decided to stop driving just to hear what else she might say that would shock him to the core. He had never realized that Millie was quite the smooth talker. Noticing his gaze on her, Millie assumed he was interested, so she perked up. "When the time comes, I can easily give you tens of millions of dollars. That way, you don't have to work as a gigolo anymore. You could just enjoy life! Isn't that the greatest idea?"

Officer Miller offers his apologies before being cut off by his partner Pennet. “I’m sorry to dive into your personal life, Jessie, but I have to ask - it seems that you have funded your husband’s start-up of his career prior to his multi-millionaire status. Can you tell us how you obtained that money?” “It was an inheritance. I don’t see why that’s important,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. My palms felt clammy against the hospital sheets, as the faint beeping of my heart monitor filled the silence that followed. “We’re going to get to that in just a moment,” Officer Miller replied, his voice calm but firm, like he was piecing together a puzzle I didn’t yet see.

husband was very much alive? The proposal wouldn’t be valid until the divorce was finalized. Taking a shaky breath, she finally found her voice. “My husband—who was declared dead three years ago—is alive. I met him this morning. He’s alive and healthy.” Tears trickled down her cheeks as the room fell silent. "What on earth are you talking about?" Caleb Monroe said underneath his breath. He jumped to his feet. Granny Rosa who thought she was in a trance rushed up to her. "What on earth did you say?".

But those were mere wishes that never came true. Liam Johnson is one of the country's most popular and finest businessmen, he graciously soared in his family's multi-billion dollar company but he wanted more. He wanted to own the company. Mr Johnson, his father had no problem with that, but he has only one request. The company will be officially handed over to him if he agrees to get married, and not just to any lady but the housekeeper's daughter. Myself. My mom served the Johnsons as their housekeeper for several years and when I grew up, I automatically became their housekeeper as well in a bid to help my aging mother.

In a black suit that did not look like any suit I had ever seen him in, moving through a room full of the richest people in the country like he had built every wall of it himself. I wiped my eyes. I wiped them again, not caring about the mascara, not caring about anything, because this could not be real. This was a dream. I had fallen asleep somewhere and this was a dream. Then I heard Julian's voice beside me, low and stunned. "Dominic Ford?" I looked at Julian. I looked at Dominic. It was real. My husband was the chairman of Veil Holdings. My husband was the richest billionaire in the country. The mystery man. The ghost nobody had photographed. The man I had been plotting to seduce ten min