Possessive Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

I walked out of her office with my head bowed low like a dying flower. ******* Plush curtains. Priceless work of art, antique furnishings and vast space surrounded me. My home was beautiful. Thanks to my billionaire husband, Andre Luster. Andre had taste and it reflected in everything around him. I had married my college sweetheart, even though my father let me, I could still hear the notes of reluctance in his voice. He had asked me not to settle and I told him I didn’t settle. Andre loved me. He was fuckingly rich and I had everything I needed, well except for a baby.

I came across him in the company of a group of individuals who gave off the impression of being Heirs from another alliance pact located outside of Anacortes. When I was within a comfortable distance, Justin pulled me close to him and said, "It has always been my lovely wife, Margarette Reynes, who have become my inspiration to work hard, gentlemen. I mean, what more could a man want than to spend the rest of his life with a wife as loving and as beautiful as she is?" How lovely it was to hear it from him. I wish it was because of how he actually felt deep down inside, and not just because he was trying to impress these Heirs with his superiority complex.

"If they wish to gain more possessions in life, they bear children for their husbands. The Quinn Family rewards them for every child they give birth to- 15 million for a son and 75 million for a daughter." Vanessa was floored by the Quinn Family tradition. "Isn't that just like raising a pet? Or worse, like a baby-machine?" 15 million for a son? With such an enticing figure, it explained why the Quinn's had such a large household. She glanced surreptitiously at Leonardo's lower half, and when she caught his gaze, she laughed awkwardly. "I. probably won't be getting those rewards, so it's best for me to find a job and have a steady income, after all my boyfriend wont provide for me and wants

Casual. “You have a husband!” I hiss, taking a step forward. My voice is shaking, but the fury is stabilizing me. “You married Roman Vale six months ago. The hottest billionaire in the city. If you’re so desperate to fuck someone, why don’t you go screw your husband?” She exhales a cloud of smoke, her eyes glittering with cold malice.

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.

There was never any form of greeting between us. He chuckled softly, “you sound healthy today.” “Cut to the chase…” Silence settled between us before he finally asked, “How is your wife?” I let out a cold laugh. “My wife?” “As much as you refuse to admit it, you're married to her now. Your marriage certificate says so…” His words irritated me more than I cared to admit. “You manipulated me! I didn't ask for any of these.” “You needed help, Simone.” “I asked for a doctor, not a woman…”

I don’t knock. I just walk straight into Noah’s office like I own the place because apparently, today, I actually own my billionaire husband. He's bought me a building for my company start up, provided the funds for my party and also for shopping. And before I forget, the iPhone too. If I was a random lady I would believe that he loved me. He looks up from his desk, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, that same unreadable expression on his face. The one that makes it impossible to tell whether he’s thinking about stock prices, murder, or me.

when classical music fills a large auditorium with many wealthy couple's dining with their partners, and on one of the chairs sat Richard Robertson, a very prominent and handsome thirty two years old billionaire with his legs crossed. "It is over between us, Rebecca," Richard said to his date who was seated opposite him as she lifted her gaze from the screen of her phone she had been staring at for the past five minutes. Rebecca paused as she stared in confusion at the man she had begun dating only five months ago. "What do you mean Richard? If this is a joke you should stop it," she chuckled as she gently took up her glass of wine which was on a spherical glass table in-between them. "I am

"I..." "It didn't cause a dent, baby. You can take millions of dollars and I wouldn't even feel it. It's time you finally realise that you have a Billionaire beside you..." He grinned, leaned down, and whispered. "And you're one too." "You keep saying things like that and you'll end up on the streets, Mr Vitali," I said, my eyes still on the card. It suddenly felt heavy. Alexander laughed, throwing his head back. "I wouldn't even feel a thing if you were to take a billion, baby. That's how rich and powerful your husband is."

He had extinguished that light, suppressing her aspirations to mold her into the submissive wife he wanted. The truth was, Allora's love had been genuine and selfless, while his had been hollow and selfish. He assumed it was acceptable to maintain this sort of marriage. If Kylie was the reason Allora wanted to divorce, he would explain the situation clearly to Allora and compensate her later. Waving over his subordinate, Mason demanded, "Bring me my wife back, and do not let anything happen to her. Also, transfer five million to her account." The subordinate appeared conflicted.