Obsessed With My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

Kylie once opened my eyes. I sat at the desk and opened my laptop. I was a brilliant mind and loved to develop technological projects. It was a pity that my work never materialized. I was a faithful and dedicated wife. All that truly mattered was to satisfy my husband's whims. But as I looked at the screen... I couldn't help but feel stupid and naive. What good was it to be a good wife if Mason was unfaithful? That was my husband, Mason Donovan. We had been married for three years but he never once touched me. He'd rather indulge himself in alcohol and women outside.

A mess hall promise resulted in a swollen ass and a lifetime teasing from her husband, she wondered what it would be like this time. "What promise?" she asked hesitantly. “Promise me, we'll visit your gynecologist after meeting your parents tomorrow. I can not take it anymore. I need to bury my dick inside your pussy", the moment he said as if he was talking about the weather, Allora pinched his forearm, and unintentionally she landed on his wound making him hiss in pain. “I did not know that in addition to being horny you became sadistic, seeking pleasure in your husband's pain,” he cried, making Allora laugh a lot.

It was grand because they well, liked to show off their funds or loved doing everything the grand way. Either which in my opinion was too unwarranted. But then, who asked for my opinion? My job is to make their dream parties come true. "Ms. Hopkins, sorry I'm late for our appointment, something came up." Rich but definitely humble. I rose from my seat. Etiquette ya know. "Something important." Her husband added under his breath. I caught the innuendo when his eyes turned hot on his wife and my eyes followed only to land on the visible hickey on her neck.

Monalisa's POV I turned on the shower and let the warm water flow freely down my bare, tired body. I hope this helps! I hope this would aid to wash out the helplessness or should I say regret that I feel right now. I have been hiding in the bathroom for almost an hour. For a bride on her wedding night, that was at least thirty two minutes too long. I, Monalisa Lucas just got married to a billionaire! A billionaire! Was I supposed to be happy? Hell no! My new husband is from one of the most popular influential families in America and the heir to the Lucas empire. He is a freaking billionaire and I hate it. I hate billionaires.

I explained hoping he buys each lie that left my mouth. “I see, you know wife, have you heard of the story of Mr and Mrs Duck?” He asked with his eyes fixed on me, I nodded my head, what is he trying to do to me now? Why a story of some random names? What is he up to now? God please help me! I am so scared right now.. I am scared of this man called my husband.. I really don’t know which other things he is capable of doing. “Mr Duck loves his wife so much and is willing to do everything to make her standout,she wears the latest product just like you.. But do you know what she did?”

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.

I grumble to answer hoping she takes cue and leaves me alone. “Boring! It’s the 21st century who reads for fun in the midst of plenty? Your husband is a billionaire and he can afford any vacation the world could offer. It doesn’t hurt to spend his money.” “Thank you for realizing he’s my husband and how I wish to spend his money is up to me.” “Slow down I ain’t fighting with you it’s a harmless opinion,” she throws a few forced laughs but I can see the real her and it’s nothing pleasant. A sly snake.

He boasted and I stared at him for a minute before laughing softly. The smug smile on his face vanished as I laughed, like he had just said something very funny. “Oh, Nathan. You're funny. And guess what, you're right. My husband is such a loving and doting man, he loves spending his money on me. I mean, he's a billionaire after all.” I said softly and he stiffened for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Your husband?” “I'm married, Mr Nathan. Is the diamond ring too unnoticeable?” I mumbled softly and took out my phone, clicking on a contact.

Bree’s POV I'm married to a billionaire businessman, hot, tall, fucking dirty. His company is the most talked about and most needed, and you’d think it's because he sells the best materials or offers the best rates… Maybe he indeed sells the best material; my pussy. Yes. Fucking sick, right? It's safe to say my husband is a pussy tycoon, a pussy dealer.

“Oh Common, your husband is a billionaire and quite influential. He is all you need” “What do you mean” I furrowed my brows.