Snatched A Billionaire To Be My Husband Novel Free Novels & Stories

She whispers. I shake my head at the mirror. "I can't believe it too". And that's true. I hadn't even known I'd be getting married till three weeks ago. I had simply come down to the family house for a supposedly important family meeting and heard the news myself. I have only met my husband-to-be twice and both times, I was really not impressed. He talks with his mouth wide open, laughs like a clown, has an astonishingly shiny bald spot even though he's just 29, can't stop referring to his parents as "mummy" and "daddy", makes crude jokes about how impressive he's sure my "bedroom performances" will be…..Good Lord, I could write a whole book about everything that's wrong with Cody MacMillan.

But it's okay, I can go with her to register the marriage right now and will prepare the wedding as quickly as possible. “We are husband and wife, this will never change. Be good, Alisa, follow me home. Your husband is now a billionaire, he has a lot of money and...” “No, we are not. There is nothing to prove that you are my husband… please forgive me, I already have a boyfriend, ah, no, I already have a fiancé.”

Ready whenever you are, baby. Trust me, that was all Vincent needed to devour me whole… and to think that this was the first of many nights like this as a married couple… I failed to ruin my billionaire ex-husband as promised, because he ruined me instead. THE END.

He treated me like a gentleman would have. He was so careful while touching me, asking for permission before he did or wanting to make sure I was fine. He was the perfect one, I would have thought about it and maybe given him a chance if I was knocked up, but I was, and his family, oh that. “ You should go in, I won't keep you out anymore.” “ Goodnight then,” I waved at him before rushing him, practically stopping myself from running in. How was it possible that I had met a billionaire just like that on the street? In my care? Why was it so casual?

It was all just starting to sink in. The possibilities were limitless. I had friends. I had a smoking hot girlfriend. My mother was behind bars. And I was a fucking billionaire. I grabbed Laura and pulled her towards me. I planted a kiss right on her lips. “What was that for?” she giggled. “I’m happy,” I told her. And as soon as I said it out loud, I knew it was true. The storm had passed. The sunshine in my life was blazing. I was honestly and truly happy.

He didn't inform me he was coming. He handed me a tabloid, his expression unreadable. I glanced at the screen. There it was. A picture of me standing in the snack aisle, head slightly turned toward Gina. The headline above it read: “New Wife of the Mason Empire Spotted at Local Grocery Store — Are They Going Bankrupt?” I stared at it, frozen for a moment.

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

EVA’S POV The headlines were everywhere. "Eva Sinclair, the Betrayed Wife, Marries Billionaire Leon Castello!" "Revenge or Romance? The Scandalous Union No One Saw Coming." "Daniel Sinclair’s Ex-Wife Becomes His Rival’s Bride." I stared at my phone, scrolling through the endless flood of articles, social media posts, and comments dissecting every detail of my sudden marriage to Leon Castello. People speculated. They gossiped. They called me everything from a gold digger to a genius. Some pitied me. Others envied me.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

When our paths crossed in the long, vaulted corridors, he walked straight past me, his eyes cutting through me as if the space I occupied were completely empty. I was trapped in luxury, isolated in a sprawling stone fortress while the man who was supposed to be my husband spent his nights elsewhere, and my sister ran a multi-billion-dollar empire. Julian didn't even bother to restrict my spending or block my cards; he simply didn't care enough to look at my accounts.