My Stranger Husband Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"I'll pay you a million dollars. No games." "A... a million dollars?" Iris's voice faltered. The number was staggering. Ryan leaned back, sipping his drink casually. "Yes. A million. And when the contract is over, you never have to see me again." Her mind raced. A million dollars could change everything. Her mother needed surgery, and the medical bills were suffocating her. She could finally pay off the debt and maybe even start her dream of becoming a fashion designer. But... marry a stranger? "How do I know you're serious? For all I know, you could be some psycho," she challenged.

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

Even worse than having married a stranger! Although my friend was right, after all, there was no way to avoid my father long enough until I had a viable plan in my possession to deal with my current situation. Which was using all necessary resources to find: a stranger who was actually my wife and was currently missing, and who possibly wasn't even aware she was officially married to a young, hot multimillionaire like I obviously am. Of course, also the heir to a large entrepreneurial company that manages several other businesses. Yes, I am definitely a catch!

He hums, a sound that could mean anything, and goes back to his phone. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. I want to ask him why he agreed. Why a man like him—a billionaire, apparently a very powerful one—would agree to marry a stranger he met at a restaurant. But I bite my tongue. Maybe it’s better not to know. The car glides to a stop in front of a towering building of glass and steel. My breath hitches. His home—no, our home now—looms over the city like it owns it. And in a way, it probably does.

“Thank you so much, Doctor,” said Mr. Alex Smith. June found herself completely captivated by the handsome stranger who was supposedly her husband. A rich, woody masculine scent filled the air as he stepped closer to her. Alex released a sigh of relief and held her lightly by the shoulders, gently swiping away her tears with his thumb. “I’m here now. Oh… I don’t know what to say. You probably don’t remember me. I’m just so glad you’re finally awake,” he said in a low, captivating voice.

“Fine. Entertain me. Why are you here, husband?” Damien’s stomach twisted at the word. But he had no option than to speak. He needed him and must get him no matter how rude he sounds. All he needed was to play along. “Because,” he paused, then exhaled. The thought of telling Lucas the main reason why he wanted him stocked him. Questions filled his mind but he waved it off, after all he must know. “My father has commanded me to get a wife before he could fully give the Blackwell Enterprises to me. If I don’t fulfill that command within the next two months, I will lose everything and will have no share in the business..”

"Your... your boyfriend?" Although Tessa knew Grant was a notorious playboy, he was still the Young Billionaire of one of the four great families of Springvale, the Hamilton Family. How could he possibly like Fiona? Especially with such an ugly face! What kind of spell did this wretched Fiona cast on him? Tessa was furious inside but pretended to be concerned, "Fiona, I know your life is tough. You have to work and deliver food part-time to earn money for your father’s medical bills. It's really hard, but you can't take shortcuts foolishly."

"You're what?" "I'm getting married." "Mom, you've been married four times." "I know." "And now you're doing this again?" "This is different." "That's what you said the last time." "This man is different." I leaned against the window. "Who is he?" She hesitated. That hesitation bothered me. "What's his name?" "Alexander Black." The laughter died in my throat. I knew that name. Everybody knew that name. Alexander Black wasn't the kind of billionaire people casually mentioned.

Amaraielle Grace Stewart is a 24-year-old graduating Tourism Management student who has spent her entire life trying to be the granddaughter her strict grandmother expects her to be. She has a future to build, a reputation to protect, and a life that is supposed to follow all the rules. Until one night at a bar, when one impulsive encounter changes everything. While looking for a quiet moment in the women's restroom, Amara accidentally encounters a dangerously attractive stranger kissing another woman. She decides to mind her own business until moments later, she finds herself alone with him. One look becomes an unexpected kiss. One kiss becomes a moment neither of them can take back. A

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."