Novel & Cerita My Stranger Husband Is A Billionaire

It was the most bittersweet kiss i have ever experienced in my entire life as i realized how fate played a trick on me because my husband happens to be the stranger i slept with and ran away from. My parents never told me the real deal about the person whom i married. He's not just a rich hottie bachelor no more but a freaking billionaire and a devil disguised in his expensive suit. Lorcan Amadeus, the man who is a nightmare for me but an ultimate dream for every woman out there. But despite the culture shock upon witnessing his dominance, I can't deny the fact that it's ironically affecting every bit of my system, and my heart beats erratically for him, recognizing his touch, kisses and war

Her fingers were shaking so badly that she kept hitting the wrong numbers. "Come on, come on," she muttered to herself, trying to steady her hand. Finally, she got the number right and hit the call button. "911, what's your emergency?" a calm voice answered. Katherina took a deep breath. "Please help me. My husband.... he has collapsed and he is not responding." "What is your address?" ...

“I was just telling Viktor that you will be closely coordinating our dealings with him once I leave for Sicily again in two days.” Wait…she’s leaving? I withdraw all the emotions from my face as I step further into the room, coolly taking a seat beside where Viktor is currently sitting, watching me with intrigue before I cloak myself in an impassive mask, not allowing my face to betray even a shred of fear I feel about my wife being in the room with us. “Alejandro Harrington. Pleasure to meet you.” I say to Viktor, only giving him a nod of acknowledgment, as it is expected of me since I am still the heir to a multi-billion euro mafia empire in front of the world.

The Quinns took a fancy to Vanessa the biological daughter of the Lawson family. However Vanessa, was not interested, love made her a blind fool as she fell for Francis Woods and refused to marry the young master of the Quinns family Leonardo Quinn's. Leonardo Quinns was the most eligible bachelor in New Haven, a god in business but unfortunately he was involved in an accident that led to him being crippled. Every one in New Haven believed he has lost the ability to function as a man should causing all the daughters of prominent families to turn their heads away as none wanted to live the life of a widow and be childless. Ever since the accident His already bad temper became worst his servan

Not empty. That would have been easier. No, they looked like they belonged to a man who had learned very early that softness was a liability. A headline caught my eye. DAVE ASHTON: THE YOUNGEST BILLIONAIRE REDEFINING POWER Another. COLD, CALCULATED, UNTETHERED Another. THE MAN TOO YOUNG TO BE THIS FEARED Perfect. Of course. Of course the stranger I was being forced to marry looked like he could ruin lives before breakfast and still make it to a board meeting by nine.

"That's Victor Reines wife. She was standing right next to him when he announced the restructuring." Right at that exact second, as if triggered by a single wire, both phones vibrated with messages. Adrian looked down at his screen, the color completely draining from his face. "Fuck. Damien, look at the media campaign." Damien snatched his phone, his eyes scanning the headline: SCANDAL: Billionaire Victor Reines Launches Search for Runaway Wife; Accuses Her of Grand Theft and Stolen Corporate Data. Beneath the headline was a high-resolution photograph of Emily. She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown.

“The lowest house rent there is ten million naira per year for just a small two-bedroom flat, let alone the kind of mansion your husband has put you in! Serious? Your husband got a place in Banana Island?” “He didn't rent it, Sandra,” I murmured. There was a sudden, heavy pause on the other end of the line. Then, Sandra’s voice dropped to a suspicious, deadpan whisper. “Amara. Are you hiding your husband from us?” “I’m not hiding him—”

“So what am I to you then? A liability? A flaw in your perfect empire?” His gaze hardened, but his voice dropped, quieter now. “You’re my wife. That makes you untouchable.” My breath caught in my throat. The room shrank around us, his words wrapping around me like chains and fire all at once. I should have been angry, should have walked out—but instead, I whispered, “And yet I feel like a stranger.” His eyes darkened, and for a heartbeat, the mask slipped. The icy billionaire looked at me not as a strategist guarding his empire, but as a man torn between reason and something far more dangerous.

Jack needed a new plan. He had to make it happen another way. Kelvin had to go. He thought of Dan Hartigan. Dan was one of his mother’s business partners. A billionaire. Widowed. In his mid-fifties. Tall and strong. The perfect replacement. Dan would not distract their mother and he would not live in their house. Jack met Dan at a club. “Mr. Hartigan,” Jack said. “You should think about my mother. As a wife.”

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”