Possessive Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

“Emily. I am crazy in love with you. I want to renovate a house again with you. I want to make a home and raise a family together. I want to sing with you and share a tour bus with you. I want to eat dodgy road food and laugh when magazines publish bad photos of us. Will you marry me?” He opened the box. Inside was a pink diamond on a white gold band, as extravagant and over the top as the flowers around them and the evening he had arranged. “If you don’t like it,” he started anxiously. “Owen,” she put her good hand over his. “There is no girl alive that wouldn’t adore that ring,” she leaned forward and kissed him hard. “Yes, Owen. Yes, I will marry you. Yes, I want to renovate a house toget

"I will miss you." "I will miss that sweet pussy of yours." he whispers tracing the lining of my panties "Adrian," I hit his chest, and he shrugs "What can I say?" "Your pussy loves me." his tongue licks my neck before he nips "I love my marks on you." My eyes narrow "Do you know that you are a possessive bastard." "Still, you can't deny that you love me, darling," he says cockily with a smirk. "Darling, don't you know I love you because of your money/" My fingers feel his abs as my hands roam everywhere on his muscular chest.

"I need you to know that what you're going to do isn't in anyway wrong. You need to understand just how horrible the man you're married to is first before you can make up your mind about what you want to do." "By horrible do you mean that there's more I don't know about him?" "Unfortunately yes, Scarlett," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Your husband is just like any billionaire out there, ruthless, powerful and merciless. That's the reason why he made up that story about your dad and sold it to the press." "What?" I shouted, gaining attention from most people in the room, before they all went back to their businesses. "What did you just say?" I asked again, this time making sur

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

It sure feels good, I can’t even lie. “Put me down!” I giggle lightly. “Of course not, this is an exercise for me. I have to carry you and our son when he comes of age” “Of course not” my laughter intensifies, “you have to go and make a lot of money while I take care of ours sons” “But you are clearly richer than me, babe!” A slight pout appears on his lips, “the heiress to Avanti and the sole owner of echo” “That’s why you need to make more money, my dear husband”

he whispered to her. Hope flashed in his eyes. He sighed and faced the old man. "Grandma, my husband is not joking. I can get a one billion peso loan but on one condition... I am the one who will handle all the finances of the company to make sure it'll run smoothly."

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

“I clear your debts, help build your husband’s business and you become my wife.” I could barely breathe. “You can’t be serious.” His lips curled slightly. “Do I look like I’m joking?” I stepped back, exploding in anger. “You think I’m some desperate idiot who’ll just—” “I think…” he cut in smoothly, “that you have exactly two choices. Take my offer and i'll help turn your husband’s failed business around or walk out of here with nothing and be destitute within the month.” My hands curled into fists. “You arrogant son of a—”

“He’s not who your stepsister has made him out to be. He’s not just some… ordinary man living off her.” Bianca looked skeptical. “You mean the freeloader?” Veronica shook her head slowly, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “No, darling. I think we’ve underestimated him. Drastically.” Bianca put down her phone. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” Veronica leaned closer, “he was on the phone talking about millions… shares… foreign business deals. He sounded like a man in control. Not like some broke husband tagging along at family dinners.”

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter