My Two Faced Billionaire Husband Full Movie Novels & Stories

"That is the man holding the checkbook to your entire future, Sierra! You just assaulted a billionaire investor!" ​"That is my husband, Diane!" I screamed back with my voice cracking. I paced the small room like a cornered animal. "I don't care about the money! I don't care about the deals! He is standing right there, smelling like the man who promised to grow old with me, and he's asking for my autograph? He’s playing a sick, twisted game!"

“Have you not been embarrassed enough? Do you want to make us a laughingstock in this city, Martha?” “Haven’t we given you everything you needed? I even paid such a whopping amount so that you could get plastic surgery and this is how you repay me?” “You couldn’t get him when he was single, we even got him engaged to you, yet… What makes you think you can get him now that he’s married to another woman?” “Do you just want to disgrace this family!” Martha sobbed in shaky breaths as her mom clutched her blouse with both hands.

She never wanted their wedding anniversary to be this big but her husband wanted them to celebrate it in a grand style because of his status as a Mafia Don. He is also a multi billionaire, and a very popular business tycoon in Germany. He is a handsome man with sexy features. Many women want to have him on their bed. Hailey stared at their wedding frame that was hung in the sitting room for decoration, and forced a bitter smile. "What have I done to deserve this," She asked, with her voice cutting through the thick air as the tension in the room grew stronger. "You have done nothing wrong Hailey, you are just not fit to be the don's wife." He replied coldly, staring at her with disgust.

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

The man remained silent, listening intently. "I asked for some money for plastic surgery to make my face worthy of his wife, but he refused to give me the money for nothing," Ariana laughed ruefully, but her voice sounded bitter. "As if my appearance doesn't matter, because I'm not allowed to introduce myself as his wife." The man clenched his fists under the table. "I finally realized," Ariana continued, her voice trembling slightly. "No matter how hard I try to be patient, he'll never see my sacrifice."

When the crowd began to thin, Damion leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear in what appeared to be an affectionate gestures but his words sent a cold chill down her spine. “Just so you know, this marriage was a business deal,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Now we’re almost done with the charade, I thought you should know that I own you now and you are to do exactly as I say or else your parents will suffer if you refuse me, and I’m sure you love your parents so much than to watch them suffer.”

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

Turns out being rich and lonely felt worse than being broke and busy. At least one thing had changed. I was glowing. Good food, zero stress, and expensive skincare had done their work, and even I had to admit I looked better. Out of curiosity one afternoon, I searched his name. Alexander Blackwood.Turns out my fake husband owned half the world, industries, fashion companies, a media channel, a model agency, a multi billion dollar empire. Funny how I had to find out about my own husband from the internet, given I hadn't seen him once since arriving. He left before I woke up and came back after I was already asleep.

PART 1 For two years, I lay in a coma. My body was helpless on a hospital bed, connected to tubes and machines that beeped endlessly. While I fought between life and death, my husband chose to look for another woman. Instead of struggling for my recovery, Roby decided to enjoy his life. He showered that woman with luxury and happiness... using my wealth. Just watch. I will make their hearts stop the moment I set foot again in my own palace. ** "Seriously, this is my house, Mr. Danil?" Natasya asked in disbelief.

Axella rebuffed taking a sip of water. "I wouldn't replace my man for anyone else even if the option was Don Ricardo." Nat replied absentmindedly still toiling with her phone Jean stared at the woman beside her and almost let out a scoff. She was making it look like she has a relationship with Ricardo. Jean was sure this was going to cause trouble for whoever Nat was married to. Axella burned in anger at Natalie's last words,her seat became uncomfortable and she stood up. Axella was angry that she couldn't get Natalie angry.