My Poor Husband's Billionaire Secret Novels & Stories

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

The room was thankfully unoccupied. “You bastard! I’ll have you jailed for this. What the fuck is wrong with you? You couldn’t wait until after the wedding to crawl up out of whatever hole you live in?” Tracy whispered furiously. “You lied to me,” Josh whined in an accusatory tone that sounded so ridiculous. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I saw your husband-to-be on TV and googled him. He is a freaking billionaire. How does a billionaire’s bride-to-be not have a hundred thousand dollars?” Josh asked. He was no longer slurring his words as much as he had before.

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.

“Wow. Wow. Wow. I can see you would rather your nudes trend than release such a small amouth from your husband’s surplus. Let’s fool ourself marigold. Your husband is a billionaire.” My anger rises to its peak. Isn’t this idiot listening to me?! Yes, my husband is a billionaire but what can I do when he had blatantly refused to give me a cent? Instead he would prefer to lecture me on how to work for my money like dahlia! “Do you know the money I would be making off this video on social media? The wife of a reputable man caught on camera banging the cock of another man would make such a juicy trend. I’ve nothing to loose here. Infact I’ll be making triple of the amount I’m asking you. If you

She said it with a smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Woods. Yet your contracted husband is a specialist in every area. You are incredibly lucky to have a husband like that—one with model-like looks, culinary prowess on par with a chef at a five-star hotel, and the ability to create a stunning garment out of nothing more complicated than a set of bedsheets for his wife. Being with you made me realize how many talents I possess." Despite my best attempts, I was unable to keep a smile on my face when she referred to our marriage as a "contracted marriage." I didn't want to show how horrible I felt about it.

Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over them, an unspoken truth that lingered beneath the surface of their burgeoning connection. On the day of the wedding, the mansion buzzed with activity. Victoria, dressed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. The air was charged with anticipation, but an unexpected twist awaited them. As Victoria descended the grand staircase, she heard the commotion outside. The paparazzi had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and his bride. Panic set in as the staff rushed to shield Alexander from the intrusive cameras. In the chaos, Victoria found herself pulled into a secluded alcove with

And now, I was staring at my mother and father like they were monsters. "Well, whether you like it or not, you're getting married. We're tired of you as it is. Besides, he's a billionaire. You don't have to worry about money." My father said expressionless. "So this is what it's about?! Money?" Of course. My parents weren't too rich, but we were comfortable. I always knew my dad was ambitious but this? This was too far. "Money isn't everything, you know. What happens to what I feel? My happiness?" I was already tearing up at this point. "Can your happiness pay our bills and feed your siblings? You graduated from college four years ago and all you do is sit at home, eat, sleep and make me and

How long has he waited for this? "Awn, you look sad, don't be, love, this is really a good thing for you, I mean just like you said, you are finally going to be free of the torture," "He is my husband," I muttered under my breath. "And yet he calls me in the middle of the night to express his desires to have me at the other side of the bed and not you," yet again, her words were like a bomb, brutally ripping my heart into a million tiny pieces.

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

"But about that woman… what happened between you two?" Joe took a deep breath, settling back in his chair. He looked at the two women, their expectant gazes upon him. "She's a patient of mine," he began, "The only child of a very wealthy family. Her husband left her while she was pregnant." "And?" "After she gave birth, her parents tried to arrange a marriage between us. I, of course, refused, I avoided them, but…" he paused, drawing out the suspense. "But?" Clara and Seira echoed in unison.