My Surprising Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

I felt weird being rolled around in a wheelchair but I couldn't deny it felt way better than walking on my own. "Don't answer if it's too personal, but is Mr Monroe your husband?" the nurse asked me out of the blue. "Yes," I simply answered, not in the mood for small talk. "Oh. I knew it had to be. He was so broken when he brought you in. I can tell he loves you very much. I know you both must have a beautiful marriage." I rolled my eyes. She didn't know what was going on, on the inside. But how could she? She was probably one of those people who always read billionaire romance stories and imagined I was in a happy romantic relationship since my husband was famously rich and quite handsome.

"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."

The blonde woman touched Ruby's shoulder. "No, I'm not. I was thinking. Whether I should go back to Boston or not." Ruby smiled, picked up the glass, and slowly sipped the champagne her friend had filled. "Oh my God! Is it true that this billionaire already has a son? How could he keep it a secret? When did he get married? Crazy is crazy." A woman's shocked voice took center stage from the other end of the table. It didn't escape Ruby's attention either; she was also curious about who was being talked about.

I had finished dinner, and was watching a show, when he came in. “I saw your messages,” he said as he walked into my room. He was still in his ash-coloured jacket and white shirt, his hair neatly combed back as if he had just left the house. A few strands lay across his forehead. He slid his hands into his pockets, his face unreadable as he strode toward me in slow, calculated steps. I still found it unbelievable that this billionaire was now my husband. “You’re welcome. I knew you’d love it. Besides, you now carry the Ellison name— you should look the part. They’re the sort of things you signed up for.” He sat beside me on the bed, close enough that I could smell him.

"But one thing you guys don't know was that he is a billionaire. He is wealthy but doesn't show off. As his only son, I took over everything, making me a billionaire." "Wow, I can't believe this. So I'm a billionaire house wife!" Jennifer exclaimed and hugged Steve excitedly. A lot was going through Susan's mind as she stood in confusion. It doesn't look real but she was sure she wasn't dreaming. She looked at Steve who was busy cuddling with Jennifer who couldn't let go. "This is exactly the kind of man I want for myself." Susan said under her breath. Her plan was to fuck him for the last time and leave the next day, but at that moment, she began to think otherwise.

I was overwhelmed by guilt, my conscience cursing me for lying to this man. He held my shoulders, a warm smile on his face as he said. "Thank you for being my wife, Lyra. You will not regret this, I promise," All I saw in his eyes was love and excitement. It was unfortunate he had to fall in love with someone like Lyra who was only after wealth. "Hmm," I managed to smile at him, shrugging his hands off my shoulders and turning away from him uncomfortably. "So, what next now?" I inquired, turning to him.

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”

“So let me get this straight. Your ridiculously hot billionaire husband cooks?” “Yes.” “And you didn’t think to lead with that?” I burst out laughing, tugging her toward the next room. The home theater made her squeal. “You have a popcorn machine? Are you kidding me?” When we finally reached the indoor pool, she just stood there, staring. The glass walls overlooked the garden, the water sparkling in the afternoon sun. “You married a billionaire,” she whispered like it was the first time it had really hit her. “A billionaire with a spa.”

We slept together on a daily basis but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire. I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up. It was at my wedding I knew that my husband to be was an heir to a company . . crazy huh?. I looked at the clock that was hung on the wall and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work . “Fuck!” I stood up And made my way to the bathroom immediately

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.