My Stranger Husband Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“I clear your debts, help build your husband’s business and you become my wife.” I could barely breathe. “You can’t be serious.” His lips curled slightly. “Do I look like I’m joking?” I stepped back, exploding in anger. “You think I’m some desperate idiot who’ll just—” “I think…” he cut in smoothly, “that you have exactly two choices. Take my offer and i'll help turn your husband’s failed business around or walk out of here with nothing and be destitute within the month.” My hands curled into fists. “You arrogant son of a—”

THREE years has passed and it happened like yesterday. I can still remember all the chaos I've been through. I got married, but never did I able to meet this person in three years of my marriage. But I think it was better because it would bring so much trouble if we met... while I was pregnant by a stranger's babies. After all, who would like to see his wife being pregnant by someone else's baby? No one would.

Even about her and Sebastian, her friends could hardly say anything that could really ease her mind. “He is more trouble than that handsome face,” The stranger suddenly says. Scar looks over in surprise, and the stranger shakes his head. “That’s Sebastian Knight, the young billionaire who took over Kthe night empire? He treats his wives horribly, both times. Domestic violence, that’s what I heard.” Though not aggressively, he is not exactly keeping his voice low either. Sebastian finally shoots over a glance, but that’s all the attention he spares at this bizarre conversation. Scar lets out a surprised laugh, turning around so her eyes wouldn’t accidentally land on Sebastian when her mind wa

I said immediately they picked up “Isn't that the same Mr Stranger you woke up with, saying you don't remember him” Valentina said “Yes, I don't know him, dad said I have to marry him to calm the scandal down” I told them “Ooo juicy” Vivienne said and I glared at her “So you're getting married to a stranger, immediately after Sebastian called off the wedding?“ Valentina said “I mean, it's a good option, instead of the press to be calling her a cheater and a whore, the world sees it that they are in love and She realized she couldn't marry Sebastian and called off the wedding” Vivienne swooned

Her voice came out rough. "It becomes your problem the second you sign the estate documents." I said. "Then I won't sign them." She said quickly. "Then everything he spent years building dissolves." I stopped, close enough that she had to look up slightly to hold my gaze. "Is that what you want?" "What I want," her voice dropped low and sharp. "Is to not be legally required to marry a stranger." "We both know that I am not a stranger." I said sharply. "You are a stranger." Her voice cracked. "You might not remember that night but I do. Every single second of it and I cannot..." She stopped, pressed her lips together. "I cannot marry you. It's not possible."

“Mia, don’t forget the agreement you signed. We both understood what this marriage was supposed to be.” “You should remind yourself of that too.” She held his gaze. “Clause Five says our marriage should be presented publicly as genuine and harmonious. I don’t want people asking me why my husband spends more time with another woman than he does with his own wife.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Your husband?” he repeated. “Yes, my husband.” “Impressive.” Mia wasn’t sure whether he was mocking her or genuinely amused. Either way, she had no intention of backing down.

"What's this?" Damian looked at the page. "Three million dollars." Elena's eyes widened. "Adrian gave her that much money?" Damian nodded. The realization hit her immediately. While Adrian claimed his company was dying, he was secretly spending millions on his mistress. He hadn't even spent half of that amount on her before. The man had sold his wife to save a business he was already destroying himself. Elena let out a bitter laugh. For the first time since leaving, she didn't feel heartbroken.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

How lucky was I to have a billionaire husband, even if our relationship wasn’t perfect? The look on her face, Serena’s shocked, bitter expression when she realized I was no longer the shabby beggar she wanted me to be, was priceless. I could still see her eyes narrowing, her fake smile trembling as she searched for a way to drag me down again. She couldn’t stand seeing me clean, dressed neatly, and living well. So, of course, she brought up the debt. I sighed, brushing away the crumbs on my hand. How did we even get here? One moment we were like sisters, inseparable and the next, she had turned into my sworn enemy. Was I cursed to always end up alone?

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"