Snatched A Billionaire To Be My Husband Cora And Byron Novels & Stories

“I would never subject my people to the punishment of having someone like you as them Luna.” Hunter Calibur said to her, with those gray eyes cold and sharp like the blade of a sword “I will never touch you and I will never allow you to touch me. When this crisis in both our packs is over, I will reject you as my wife and send you back to your homeland, in the exactly same way you came here today.” In silence, Corinne just stared at her new husband and did what she had been doing since they had started that conversation: nod, without comment. After all, it would be rude to tell him that she was hoping, as much as he was, for a quick divorce.

​ However, before she could even open her mouth, Byron declared in a masculine, proud tone, "I am her husband, Byron Gilbert." ​ Hearing his name, everyone's eyes widened. ​ "No Way! Byron Gilbert! The top industrial!" One of them shouted in disbelief, which made everyone glance at the person, who hesitated before explaining, "Guys, Mr Byron Gilbert is the top industrialist in the country who owns a company worth almost a billion dollars." ​ Everyone's eyes widened in shock, but what made them awkward was that the person like him now belonged to a simple orphanage woman, Abigail. ​

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."

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

“Come on, let’s go inside. I know the owner.” I hung back for a moment before I followed. I tried to tell myself that this could be fun, dress shopping with my billionaire husband, but something ugly was nagging at the back of my mind, and the rush of joy I’d been feeling was already starting to sour in my stomach.

I reminded Bertha not in the mood to waste my strength on some random snobbish sales girl. "There is no need for you to leave Mrs De Marco; instead, the sales girl should leave. If she can't recognize you, she has no place in a luxury store, especially if it is owned by me." A baritone voice chirped, my eyes were drawn to the voice that seemed a bit familiar; it was the same man I met at the wedding. My husband didn't like Skyler Crest.

I slumped back in my seat, my mind reeling with the implications of what I'd just heard. Alora's father was dead. And after leaving Ryan, Alora had managed to trap a billionaire maybe by spreading her legs wide open,and now she was getting married to him. Stanley Richardson—that was one of the names Collins had mentioned for Tuesday's gala operation. I had to admire her hustle. My ex's ex marrying a billionaire who also happened to be a future target for Collins' scheme? The coincidence was almost too perfect.

“I—” Adrian watched me, his expression unreadable. I let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking.” “I never joke.” “You want to marry me?” My voice was hoarse, my throat suddenly too tight. “Yes.” “Why?” He didn’t blink. “Because it benefits us both.” I shook my head, disbelief crashing through me. “That’s not an answer, Adrian. I came here asking for help, not—” “This is my help.” His voice was cool, firm.“I clear your debts, help build your husband’s business and you become my wife.”

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”