Novel & Cerita My Millionaire Husband

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

The mansion buzzed with activity, everyone coming and going as if preparing for a grand event, and I felt like an exhibition mannequin while the dress and hair stylists worked skillfully on me. I knew little about my future husband. Only that he was an eccentric millionaire, founder of multiple companies in the city, widowed for ten years, and father of two children: Damián and Rosalía. I hadn't seen the former again since that fleeting encounter in his father's office. I blushed remembering how naive I was to initially think he would be my fiancé. "Done, Miss. You're perfect!" the stylist announced, pulling me out of my reverie.

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

“You speak as if Damion is just an object you can manipulate! He is my husband. I will not stand by while you treat him like a pawn in your twisted game!” Adrian turned to her, his voice low and almost gentle—a stark contrast to his earlier coldness. “I am your husband, Carmela, I know how you feel. Believe me, I never intended for any of this to happen. I did not want to be forced into hiding, to have my existence kept secret by this damn curse. But fate… fate had other plans.”

There was no other way; otherwise, I would be in deep shit. "It doesn’t matter," I said, remembering her husband and also remembering that I hated the man. I mean, what was he? Yes, he was a billionaire, making him richer than I was. Maybe he was taller than me, but was that it? I smirked, noting properly that I had given him my sloppy seconds. Sloppy seconds he seemed to be quite enamored by.

I am no longer the bratty Euphoria. I still couldn’t think straight, for he is still holding my hand gently while carrying Leira with his right hand. We really looks like a happy and healthy family when we entered the hall, making everyone turn their head to us, acknowledging the arrival of the CEO of the biggest empire in the country, my husband Steffano Andrius MacMillan. —

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

Jayden spat, his face filled with hate, grief, and spite and Aiden's face turned rigid. "Firstly I don't expect you to listen to me, heck I don't even want you to. Because I'd love everything in me for you to go missing as a result of contacting my wife. But also, listen up. Who gave you the idea that I'm a millionaire, it's a billionaire. Get your facts straight." Aiden warned. He pondered what on Earth made people think he was a millionaire and each time he was called a millionaire, it got him offended. Being a millionaire meant that he was just so close to his thousands which he wasn't and wouldn't be in years to come.

That's the first thing he said when I went to hug him. Well, you're right on that one. "He fucking flied me here in a private jet! Shit, five months in New York and you're already scoring a multi-millionaire?" I just laughed at that as he kept telling me about his experience. I'm sure he's gonna smack me if he knows I'll only be married for one month then I'll be saying bye-bye to my multimillionaire husband. It's okay, you'll be a millionaire divorcee by then, even if you just signed the prenup two hours ago that says you won't get a cent if the marriage dissolves, aside from the one million dowry.