My Stranger Husband Is A Billionaire Novels & Stories

What is it with her excitement, if I didn't know about her relationship, I would have believed she has a crush on him. "Nadia, why are you so excited about him huh?" "Are you kidding? That is Greg Huston, everyone has a crush on him, including me, no offense to my boyfriend." She rasped. "And who is Greg Huston?" I was resisting the urge to smack her hard on the head so she could snap back to Life. "He is the cutest boy in my school, and the richest too. His Dad is in the NBA and his mom, an actress, so he's quite popular too."

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

“Followed by a wedding in two weeks. The board wants this done quickly. The optics are important.” “Three days?” I stood up. “You expect me to agree to marry a complete stranger in three days?” “He’s not a stranger,” my father said quietly. “He’s been to this house. Besides he’s a brilliant businessman, you could do much worse.” He’d been to this house. They’d had dinner. While I was in Bangkok, thinking Kai was some poor stranger, he’d been playing both sides. The betrayal was so massive I couldn’t process it. “I won’t do it,” I said. “I won’t marry him.”

6 Months Later It had been six months since the Walker family shocked the entire country with an announcement that changed the course of high society forever. The sudden transfer of Eleanor Walker's private assets to her grandson's wife had become the biggest topic of conversation among the elite. Nobody had expected Emma Walker. Few knew of her existence despite the high profile life of her husband, Billionaire and heir to the Walker Empire, Noah Walker. The woman who had spent three years quietly standing beside him had suddenly become one of the richest women in the country.

Champagne flutes clinked. And whispers followed me like shadows. “Cassian’s wife.” “She looks radiant.” “Poor thing. Doesn’t she know?” I lifted my chin higher, forcing strength into my steps. Tonight, I was not the discarded wife. Tonight, I carried hope beneath my heart. I would save my marriage. ⸻ Then the air shifted. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the double doors opened. My heart stuttered. Cassian Hale. My husband. My stranger. The city’s youngest billionaire CEO. The man I was about to save with three simple words.

The ballroom feels hotter than before. Louder. The few minutes break is forgotten in a second as fatigue and tiny black dots begin to cloud my vision. But then I see him. Andrew Throne. “Babe…the man you married is a multi billionaire.” I recall Cassidy’s words from earlier this evening, as she help me with my dress. One would think she was joking. But apparently I got married to Andrew Throne. One of the top five richest men in the business world. CEO of the ThroneTech and the man who’d

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

His company was the among the first three best in the country,coupled with the fact that he had business with the Mafia. He has no business with the entertainment industry but something happened and he picked interest when he first saw her. Without replying Nat took a few steps forward and he instantly followed her. "What are you doing out so late?"Ric couldn't help but ask. This man's voice kept giving her tingles in her system any time she heard it. He had this cold, domineering aura,king-like presence and she was just beginning to wonder why she wasn't scared. "Relationship issues, 🤧 am done being a puppet people could just toss around." Nat said with all seriousness,her voice cold as ic

His arrogance hasn't left him yet, well that says much about the youngest billionaire in New York. “Well I don't know who this is” I replied trying to match his cockiness but it was a failure. My voice was as soft as anything. “It's your husband,wife” he said and I blinked. “Husband” I said sitting up. It's getting weird at this point,is this even who I think it is? “Please I don't know you” I replied, disconnecting the call. “Phew” I sighed out shaking my head as I lie back down.

But when she'd raised it hesitantly over breakfast three days into their arrangement, he'd only glanced up from his tablet, mildly puzzled by the question. "Why would I ask you to close it?" "Because it doesn't exactly fit the image," she'd said. "Billionaire's wife, flour under her nails, minimum-wage staff." "The image," he'd said, in that flat, precise voice of his, "is whatever I decide it is. Keep the bakery, Elena. I didn't marry a woman I intended to cage." It was, she suspected, the closest thing to kindness he knew how to offer — and it had unsettled her more than she wanted to admit, how easily he'd granted her something she'd braced herself to fight for.