My Stranger Husband Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

The sight of her alone, makes me cringe. Why does she even have to live with us? Her husband is a multi-billionaire who owns the 'Crystal syrup' alcohol-producing enterprise and is currently the seventh richest man in New Jersey. This gives her a big head by the way. Why can't they just get their own houses like Summers husband or something? Do they really have to stay here with their ugly attitude? Whilst making my internal complaints, grandma spots me and smiles. "Ah, we're finally complete. "She says although my father and husband are absent.

I was just his normal employee, with a very special rank, His future wife. I was hoping in the morning when I would open my eyes. I wanted to wake up in my room. I was shuffling the channel. I stuck with a familiar face, Agat. I stopped my finger from moving the channel with a smile, although there was no reason to show my teeth. But it didn't last long. My mouth hung open in disbelief. ' Mystery girl is going to be the queen of eligible billionaires, the new CEO!' ' Successful businessman gets his dream girl. '

"Yes stepmother. She answered her with a smirk. There was a knock on the door. Riley's father came in and said, The Knight family has arrived; are you ready, honey? He looked at his beautiful and gentle daughter and continued, Riley, are you sure you want to get married to Bruce Knight? Riley looked at her father. Yes, father, I want to. The Knight family is the wealthiest and most valued family in New York. The only direct heir, Bruce, was disfigured and made crippled when he was kidnapped 15 years ago. Since then, Bruce has not appeared in front of others. He was rumored to be cruel, ugly, and terrible, and every woman sent into his house did not come out alive.

As I said that, the doctor walked back into the room, carefully pushing a cart with, what I can only assume, is an ultrasound machine. “What is your name?” I ask. I figure I will start with something simple. “Dr. Beth Tammel.” She doesn’t even look up as she is setting up her screen and getting her ultrasound equipment organized. “Why does Benedict have you?” Dominique is not a shy one. Always asking what everyone else was thinking. “My husband was ex-military and made some bad business contacts and decided that was the best route once he was out. He got greedy and it cost him his life, and mine.” You could hear the hostility in her tone.

"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.

The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Hezekiah’s apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air—and the imposing figure of Darius Hedalgo standing amidst a sea of cardboard boxes. The argument had lasted late into the night, a circular battle of wills. Hezekiah had pleaded for her independence; Darius had countered with security protocols, paparazzi threats, and the unyielding fact that the elevator had groaned ominously when he stepped into it. In the end, exhaustion won. Hezekiah didn't have the energy to fight a billionaire who had already bought out her lease and stationed a private security team in the lobby. She was moving.

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

What was wrong with that? She didn't have any relatives. She thought she had gained new family members after getting married, but her marriage was ruined by her cousin. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart by an invisible hand, making her unable to stand up straight from the pain. "Go home. Don't make a fool of yourself on the street," Nathan, a famous billionaire in LA, didn't want to be recognized on the street by others. But when Emily's hand grasped the car door handle, Nathan said, "Take a taxi, don't take this car. Sophia will sit in this car."

"She's clearly incapable of consenting." The stranger's eyes widened in surprise as Sebastian's blows rained down on him. Abigail's eyes fluttered closed, her head lolling to the side as she slumped in her chair. "You're her husband?" the stranger stammered, trying to defend himself. Sebastian's grip tightened, his face twisted in rage. "I'm her husband, and I won't let anyone take advantage of her. Least of all a stranger like you." The music and laughter around them faded into the background as the scene escalated, drawing the attention of the other partygoers.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.