My Stranger Husband Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortune. I turned to Eric slowly “You’re a billionaire,” I blurted, as I practically shoved my phone in his face. “You’re a billionaire heir. Why didn’t you tell me?!” He froze, eyes widening slightly as he saw the video. “Sienna, I—” “No, don’t ‘Sienna’ me! Why is the internet calling you a billionaire heir?!” He raised his palms gently, like he was approaching a startled animal. “Let’s breathe for a moment. We were about to go get breakfast. Why don't we eat first and I promise I’ll explain anything you want to know.”

Three years of marriage, and she still felt like a stranger in her own husband's life. Tonight was Adrian Blackwell's thirty-second birthday celebration. The Blackwell Estate was filled with influential guests from across the country. Business moguls, politicians, celebrities, and investors had all gathered to celebrate one man. Adrian Blackwell. The youngest billionaire in the city. The most powerful CEO in the country. And the man who had never truly been her husband. A soft knock sounded on the door. "Mrs. Blackwell?" a maid called respectfully. "Yes?" "The guests have arrived. Mr. Blackwell is already downstairs."

A frantic phone call with Aunt Beatrice and one impulsive decision later, I'd married a complete stranger. Adrian Blackwell. The ruthless billionaire who owned half the city's skyline. I sighed, pulling the duvet closer. My friends called me impulsive, and my parents called me a hurricane. But lying in a stranger's expensive bed, I couldn't ignore the magnitude of what I'd done. I'd tied my life to a predator. Whatever, I thought, closing my eyes. I'd made my bed, literally. Let the Ice King deal with the consequences. I was going to keep being me.

That morning, sunlight slipped through the gaps of the thick curtains in the Langford residence. Sarah stood in front of the large oak door, her hand hovering hesitantly over the brass knocker. It had been six years since she last set foot here. Six years since her family threw her out for marrying Ronan Vexler, a “common man” in their eyes, even though he was a billionaire. For the Langford family, noble blood was everything, and money without a title was nothing but cheap arrogance.

Then he added, “We keep this marriage a secret. No public appearances, no questions from the media. Understand?” I nodded. “Good.” He checked his watch again. “I have a meeting. Take a cab home. I’ll reimburse you.” With that, he turned and walked away. I watched him leave, my new husband—a stranger in every sense of the word. Eleanor’s voice rang in my head. “One day, he’ll love you more than anything. Just wait and see.” I doubted that. But for now, I had a home. And that was enough.

Maybe she is seeing it through some kind of enchanted lens. "You have truly never been on a yacht before?" I ask, leaning on the railing with my arms crossed. She turns. "Do I look like the kind of person who spends her free time on yachts?" "Well, this is New York. Your husband is a billionaire. Half the billionaires here own one of these, and the other half have been on one. I am just surprised you have never had the experience." "Yeah, well, I suppose Brandon is not into this sort of thing. Too... showy for him."

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

The man who had calmly dropped to one knee, held my hand carefully, and accepted my cheap envelope in the dark… Was the richest, most powerful billionaire bachelor in the state of New York. My phone buzzed again. A text from Joel flashed across the top. Joel: You crazy bitch! Did you plan this?! Do you have any idea what you’ve done to my family by dragging Nathan into your game?! The phone slipped from my numb fingers and clattered onto the concrete. I stared down at the screen, then looked back toward the dark gates of the estate down the block. My chest heaved. The air was gone from my lungs. “What did I just do?” I whispered to the empty street.

How my parents made a pact with Adrain's parents and how they told me, and that am also getting married in two weeks. "You're getting married to Adrain Stone?" She looked at me like have grown two heads "Um... yeah?" I wonder why she was freaking out about him instead of the fact that am getting married. "You mean the hottest and most successful billionaire? The second richest man in America, Japan, Dubai, new Zealand and many more?" She asked already in a usual excited mood. I'm glad she's okay now but what is she ranting about "Don't tell me you don't know. Haven't you seen the news" she asked shaking me by my shoulders

How do I know he’s going to be able to pay off the debt? Four hundred million dollars is a huge sum of money and even if his business skyrocketed today I know him well enough to know that he won’t pay to have me back. I was still thinking to myself when we heard the doorbell ring, “I’ll get it.” I announced before standing to answer it. Opening the door, shock gripped me when I saw the person that was standing on the other side. It was the stranger from last night! “You!” I almost yelled, “what are you doing here?!” I enquired and I could see a slight smirk play on the side of his lips as he tried to peer inside the room but I stopped him.