Obsessed With My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

I whispered, “You were using me?” “Damn right. And you made it easy. Groveling around me like a lovesick puppy. All that devotion and affection? Ugh. I could barely stand it.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll still marry you. Grandpa insists on it. But don’t forget your place, my heart belongs to Lila. So stay in your lane and know you’ll never have it.” With that, he grabbed his suitcase and walked out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.

I turned to the man's voice who is already inside my unit and frowned when I recognize who that man is. "What are you doing here again? Don't you have other things to do but pester me?!" I hissed. "Where did you go? Did you drink again or something?" He asked ignoring my outburst. I rolled my eyes. "What right do you have to ask me that question? Are you my parent?!" He smirked but still looks annoyed. "I'm your husband." I glared at him. "Will you stop saying that?! You are not my husband and you will never be! If ever your mayor friend really did file our marriage, then I will annul you to finally be free from that freaking marriage! So fuck off!" I said angrily.

“There are all those Lifetime movies and romance novels about blindly marrying a multi-billionaire. Maybe that’s the case with you too, Seren.” Smacking her best friend in the head, Serenity remarked with a grin, “I bet you read all the chick lit in the shop. Dream on about marrying a billionaire at first sight. Do you think the place is crawling with billionaires?” Jasmine rubbed on the bump and sighed as Serenity had a point. Jasmine then asked, “Where’s your husband’s place?” “Brynfield.”

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

First, I married Aaron Knight, the richest billionaire in the world, my'so-called,' husband, who doesn't even look at me once, he despises me that much. I despise him because he pushed me to marry him, which is why I despise him so much. "But Amy, I'm not hungry; I just need to sleep," I said her as my sight wandered across the living room to a huge, expensive-looking couch. To be honest, I don't have much of an appetite after this marriage. "No, no, sweetie, at the very least eat a bit. You'll enjoy my cuisine, I'm sure "She persisted, a puppy expression on her face.

The sight of her alone, makes me cringe. Why does she even have to live with us? Her husband is a multi-billionaire who owns the 'Crystal syrup' alcohol-producing enterprise and is currently the seventh richest man in New Jersey. This gives her a big head by the way. Why can't they just get their own houses like Summers husband or something? Do they really have to stay here with their ugly attitude? Whilst making my internal complaints, grandma spots me and smiles. "Ah, we're finally complete. "She says although my father and husband are absent.

Chapter 6: The Contract 3/365 VICKY. I opened my eyes. A new day. Just yesterday, I found out my husband was cheating on me with my sister. She was pregnant. For him. And no, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threw me out like trash. And my dear sister? She didn’t even flinch. But the real plot twist? I signed a contract marriage with a billionaire. That explains why I woke up in a penthouse this morning.

A smug smile playing between his lips. "The hell I care. I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Your husband is one of the top billionaires in California, I earned a million dollars every day, billions every week and I can give you anything you want. I can support you with all your needs, put billions into your account and even take you to different countries around the world."

Her grandmother hugged her tightly. She hoped so. But she didn’t want to trust because DJ, her longtime boyfriend, managed to deceive her. It hurts to rely on Adam. It hurts to hope for nothing. In the first place, the offer was to “be his obsession,” not “be his wife.” Becoming his wife was just a secondary offer. This means what interests him or what he likes about her is still at the forefront, her face and body, and she thinks she knows it, just like the other women he got tired of and bought with money. She experienced a bit of it earlier when Adam showed her how to please himself.