Open Your Eyes My Billionaire Husband Full Movie Novels & Stories

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

she replied. "They are not mine, they belong to her ex-husband, Liam." I watched as her eyes widened in shock. "Hold on, Mr Liam, the other..." She suddenly trailed of, her gaze fixed on me for a few seconds before drawing out a seat and lowered herself on it, then turned around to face me. "Do you want to talk about it?" I didn't know what I wanted at that moment, but I could feel my head nodding slowly at her voluntarily. She flashed me a warm smile, then turned towards the waiter. "A shot please,"

A satisfied smirk played on her lips as she clicked through the bank transfer screen, her manicured fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk. A notification flashed. Transaction successful. She leaned back, stretching her arms above her head before glancing at the man lounging on her bed, his shirt half unbuttoned, a cigarette between his fingers. He exhaled a slow plume of smoke, watching her lazily. “So, how much this time?” Elena smirked. “Enough to keep us comfortable.” The man chuckled, setting the cigarette in the ashtray. “And the Blackwoods? Still too busy tearing each other apart to notice?”

I could barely see their eyes through the shades, but their postures made it clear—they meant business. “Is this... normal?” I whispered to Stephanie when she came close enough to hug me. The entire scene felt surreal, something straight out of a movie. She chuckled softly, glancing over at the group. “Yes, girl. Your husband’s a billionaire,” she said with a wink, though I couldn’t shake my unease.

My eyes widened after scanning one of the first articles I saw online. I was right. Vladimir Lewis, my husband, is a fucking billionaire in his own rights!

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

I then lower down my gaze for the reason that his stares are like fire that keeps my body being melted and sore. “Okay,” I replied and held my hands together to control myself to not look at him again. His aura is too powerful for me not to melt. Amidst being in front of a ruthless billionaire who made me as a battered wife, I still think of how handsome and appealing he is. He can rip my—Damn this brain of mine! “Don’t think of that right now, you stupid!” said my mind. Seriously? Daydreaming my husband in front of him? “Your dress is already in your room. Don’t embarass me,” he added shortly and left me dumbfounded with a mouth half-open.

I asked as I was starting to freak out. I can't be married to the hidden billionaire. It’s so unbelievable to be real. “My husband is Ricardo?” “The richest hidden billionaire in our city?” "I don't believe you" i shook my head. "Drake!”he turned to his driver. “ can you take a u turn to any nearest mall? I can't bring my wife home dressed up like this" he ignored me as he instructed his driver on what to do next. My cheeks slightly burnt when he called me his wife.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

I leaned over, glanced at the screen, and said, “Oh, you look so different with filters. I almost didn’t recognize you.” Mrs. Chen choked on her wine. Oliver—my cold billionaire who never laughed at family lunch—let out one loud, shocked bark of a laugh, then covered it with a cough. Serena’s face went red. “You little—” “—literacy coordinator?” I finished. “Yes. Who’s loud in exactly the right way. Amara told me today that real husbands don’t check the time when they read to their wives. How long did Oliver keep checking the time with you, Serena?”