Novel Ternyata Suamiku Seorang Miliarder Novels & Stories

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.

Yusa held Dinar's shoulders from the side while his hands were tightly clenched to hold back his anger at Evan because what Evan said was the same as telling Yusa to sell his own wife. "One hundred million you said??" Yusa smiled sarcastically. "I even have billions of yuan in the bank!" Evan approached Yusa then grabbed the collar of his t-shirt roughly, "Don't lie!! A poor man like you has billions of money!? Are you fooling me by playing at being a billionaire!?" Yusa let go of Evan's grip then stood up, pushing Evan's body away from Dinar. "Yes, let's just say my game is correct, that I am a billionaire who is hiding my identity," said Yusa.

Erland sighed heavily, his lips seemingly stiff to explain. "How many times? How much...? How many lies have you told me? Why did you do this? You made me your second wife... You betrayed your wife... Why did you become such a big liar...why? What mistake have I done that you have the heart to do this to me?" Maelie wondered, looking at Erland who looks perfect and never disappointing her until now. "You acted like an angel to me... You pretended to be a poor man... You pretended to struggle at work... While you go to New York to live another life there? Full of luxury... You see me working hard here, while you..." Maelie couldn't finish her sentence; her heart was too painful, remembering h

The poor guy was giving an assuring smile to Krishika but little did he know how fatal this smile was going to be for him. To know more, stay connected with the story," My Husband Is A Billionaire Son-in-law" *********************************** Like, share and vote.

A post from three years ago, at an upscale restaurant. "Mr. Sterling finally popped the question! He says I'm the only woman he'll ever want to marry." The photo showed the woman's radiant smile, her hand extended to show off a massive diamond ring. In the background, Derek's profile was faintly visible. He was cutting a steak with effortless elegance, like something out of a movie. And on the day Jamie was born -- the day Derek said he'd gotten into a bike accident while rushing to the hospital and couldn't make it -- he was on one knee for someone else.

"He loves his wife very much." “Do you think such a thing exists in this world? A man who has everything, subject to one woman? It's really hard to believe,” Scout retorted. He is a thirty-nine year old man who has been in business since he was nineteen. During that time he had never seen rich men worship only one woman in his life. At least they have two or more mistresses hidden in various parts of other countries so that whenever they are away from their wives, their biological needs will still be met smoothly. So true love will definitely never be in the life dictionary of Scout Voyage who has seen for himself how the love lives of great men out there are.

Francisco wanted to kill someone in anger. "What do we do now? Let's go before the property management department finds out," Isabela suggested. On the other hand, Martin and others are afraid to speak out because they are afraid of what might happen. This place is so scary that even his son Marvin, a self-proclaimed millionaire didn't dare to look like a fool when he first came there. The Evergrande villa is a place that only billionaires own. A millionaire will not last long in this place. Although Marvin's one million annual salary seemed like a lot of money to the average person, Martin knew very well that it was no more than a penny in the eyes of the Villar family.

I try to concentrate on being nonchalant and rude, but she keeps scratching her body and her nose, it’s distracting and worrisome. “Do you know about the relationship between Mr. Vandercage and your husband?” Of course, I wouldn't call him my father, not after all the mess he’s put me in. “Ohhh, that man. You know he’s a dumb piece of shit. He was collecting fifty billion dollars every fucking year from your father.” “How didn’t I know about this?” “You were just a little girl, we didn’t want to bother you with that. There’s a lot of this you don’t know about.”

But before I could ask, the hotel manager's voice interrupted me. "Hey! You two in the ragged suits!" The manager walked over and kicked my knee in disgust. "You got lucky today. Mr. Thorne is throwing a birthday party for the young master here, and the kid loves these stupid dolls. Go in there, dance, make the little master laugh, and this hundred thousand dollars is yours." One hundred thousand dollars?! Alaric was thrilled; opportunities like this were rare. That was, until I walked in and saw my "bankrupt" husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit.

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I d