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

​ 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. ​

The scarlet wrap dress hugging her thighs, her breasts threatening to spill out of the top of it… But only for me. It’d be a cold day in hell before I let another man lay eyes on her like that. “We need to talk about your husband.” I’m determined to keep this strictly business. Sofi stands behind me, no doubt doing her best to conceal her own disgust at Cora’s antics. “My husband is out for the day.” Cora purrs each word and saunters forward until we’re barely a breath apart. She smooths her hands over my chest and smiles up at me. “All day.”

Cora then helped me take off my dress and then she left. Instead of getting in bed, I took a seat next to the window as I thought about the dinner I just had. Gregory had been charming, he had behaved like a gentleman, he was extremely handsome and he smelled great. He appeared to be everything a man should be and he was my husband. In any other situation, I would be considered the luckiest girl on earth, but I definitely did not feel like that, I knew that behind that perfect mask there was a selfish man that had taken me away from everything I loved and I just could not forgive him for that.

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

Leila stared at Adrian Kane, trying to process the insanity of what she had just agreed to. Marriage. Not a relationship. Not an arrangement. But a full-fledged, legally binding marriage. The weight of it settled in her stomach like lead. She had spent months investigating him, chasing down leads, exposing corruption. And now? She was going to become his wife? Adrian watched her carefully, the ghost of a smirk still playing on his lips, as if this was nothing more than another business deal to him.