Open Your Eyes My Billionaire Husband Full Movie Novels & Stories

A hand touched his left shoulder and he jumped in fright, turning back he saw his young beautiful wife holding an umbrella with a devilish grin. ” My dear husband, I must say your smartness intrigues me day in and out, my love for you is increasing every day, if you pull this off we will be the guardians of that little brat and we will control all the companies and money left to her by that stupid dead brother of yours, I cannot wait for that day my love. We have suffered since our Company bankrupted, no one wanted to lend you a hand. But you wait, they will know and see that my husband is the smartest in all the family” ” Mica ssssshhhhh not so loud, control yourself and be patient just a f

How lucky was I to have a billionaire husband, even if our relationship wasn’t perfect? The look on her face, Serena’s shocked, bitter expression when she realized I was no longer the shabby beggar she wanted me to be, was priceless. I could still see her eyes narrowing, her fake smile trembling as she searched for a way to drag me down again. She couldn’t stand seeing me clean, dressed neatly, and living well. So, of course, she brought up the debt. I sighed, brushing away the crumbs on my hand. How did we even get here? One moment we were like sisters, inseparable and the next, she had turned into my sworn enemy. Was I cursed to always end up alone?

The headlines today was "Nations first love Lira Hart and Billionaire husband's happy marriage." Happy marriage my feet. What happy marriage? Just because he showed up at my movie set, and played the sweet and caring husband, he's now branded as the best husband. Then I heard footsteps. I knew it was him. I hurriedly laid down, pretending I was asleep. The door opened and I could already perceive his scent. It's one I would always remember anytime. I forced myself not to open my eyes and look at him. It would be awkward for me, cause u didn't know what to say to him after hat he did.

I mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Trying?" she repeated. "I can’t see that." She gestured at me like I have every reason to be embarrassed. I honestly didn’t see anything wrong with me. "Your husband is Jack Winehouse, baby girl. One of the hottest billionaires in the world. And you dress like a virgin grandma from the eighties." She moved to sit beside me, gripping my shoulders. "You have to do better." "Better?" I echoed. "What, dress like a bimbo?"

Later, in my study, I tried to focus on the markets, but Isabella’s cold eyes haunted the pages of every report. My assistant knocked and stepped in, looking hesitant. “Sir, your wife’s spending… it’s higher than usual. Should I freeze the secondary accounts?” I waved him off, a small, arrogant smirk tugging at my lips. “No, let her spend whatever she wants.” If a few million dollars spent by her could buy her happiness—or even just distract her—it was a small price to pay. She was worth more than the numbers on a ledger. An hour later, my phone buzzed, another bank alert.

“You’re my wife.” I didn’t say anything. He stepped back, pulled his sleeves up, and grabbed his phone from his pocket, “let’s go.” We walked out through the main hallway and every staff member moved like clockwork. A butler opened the front door before we even got there, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting out front, engine running, doors already open. I looked at him. “Seriously?” He put on his sunglasses. “You married a billionaire. What did you expect, Uber?”

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

She will make their lives miserable. When Oscar was dumbfounded by Aretha's words, he turned to see Roger, who was sitting leisurely in his chair, watching them. This person is a billionaire of AL. Oscar has to rely on Roger a lot. He doesn't want to lose the mountain of gold in front of him. If his daughter Jenny were to marry Roger, then the second half of Oscar's life would be worry-free. Oscar made a serious face at Aretha, raising his voice. "The police will take you away in a while. You will be arrested for abusing the company's public funds and assaulting others. This crime is hard to escape."

It was all just starting to sink in. The possibilities were limitless. I had friends. I had a smoking hot girlfriend. My mother was behind bars. And I was a fucking billionaire. I grabbed Laura and pulled her towards me. I planted a kiss right on her lips. “What was that for?” she giggled. “I’m happy,” I told her. And as soon as I said it out loud, I knew it was true. The storm had passed. The sunshine in my life was blazing. I was honestly and truly happy.

But deep down, I was counting down the days until I could put my plan into action. As the sun began to set, Brigitte turned to me with a mischievous grin. "I have a surprise for you," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?" I asked, trying to sound enthusiastic. Brigitte just smiled and took my hand, leading me to a private movie theater in the mansion. The room was dimly lit, with a huge screen at the front. Brigitte led me to the front row and sat down beside me. "I had our wedding video edited and put together," she said, her eyes shining with happiness. "I want to watch it with you."