My Poor Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

God knows taxis are not best for me as well. But my husband seems on the verge of exploding with range. So I will resist asking for more for now. Who knows, the dress might be even expensive enough for me to sell and pay half of the loan, since beautiful Oren is a billionaire. "Why didn't you tell me that your brother is so generous?" I ask my husband in an innocent tone. "Perhaps he wouldn't mind buying you a new suit," I suggest. The trick doesn't seem to cheer him up. "We are happy without begging for his money," he lies.

Turns out being rich and lonely felt worse than being broke and busy. At least one thing had changed. I was glowing. Good food, zero stress, and expensive skincare had done their work, and even I had to admit I looked better. Out of curiosity one afternoon, I searched his name. Alexander Blackwood.Turns out my fake husband owned half the world, industries, fashion companies, a media channel, a model agency, a multi billion dollar empire. Funny how I had to find out about my own husband from the internet, given I hadn't seen him once since arriving. He left before I woke up and came back after I was already asleep.

“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

Bree’s POV I'm married to a billionaire businessman, hot, tall, fucking dirty. His company is the most talked about and most needed, and you’d think it's because he sells the best materials or offers the best rates… Maybe he indeed sells the best material; my pussy. Yes. Fucking sick, right? It's safe to say my husband is a pussy tycoon, a pussy dealer.

“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.”

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter

My cries and pleas were silenced when he forced his belt opened, making his dick to spring out “The more you scream, the more I enjoy this,” He forced his hardness into my mouth and I bite down on it, tears dripping down my face. He screamed out in pain, the back of his palm meeting my face. “When I'm done with you, you would be regretful.” He said darkly, making me gulp in fright. *You got married to a billionaire didn't you? You though that life would be great now and that you would do better. But what would happen after I am done here? Do you think that your billionaire husband would still want you? No one wants spoilt goods baby,”

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

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