Snatched a billionaire to be my husband Novels & Stories

My eyes widened after scanning one of the first articles I saw online. I was right. Vladimir Lewis, my husband, is a fucking billionaire in his own rights!

"That's Victor Reines wife. She was standing right next to him when he announced the restructuring." Right at that exact second, as if triggered by a single wire, both phones vibrated with messages. Adrian looked down at his screen, the color completely draining from his face. "Fuck. Damien, look at the media campaign." Damien snatched his phone, his eyes scanning the headline: SCANDAL: Billionaire Victor Reines Launches Search for Runaway Wife; Accuses Her of Grand Theft and Stolen Corporate Data. Beneath the headline was a high-resolution photograph of Emily. She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown.

Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

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

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

He was running after me to catch me. "You can't catch me. Ethan Woods," I turned to face him once more. "Mrs. Woods, you are fully aware of your husband's passion for victory." With his arms around my waist, he said. Oh no, how am I going to get away from this hulk's hold? "Now I'm going to apply this miracle sand to my loving wife's delicate waist to make it even more delicate." He covered every edge of my waist with the sand he had gathered in his fist.

He had sworn to do anything in order to get me, even if it meant tearing the world apart. This was just the tip of the iceberg because the torture was just beginning. He even offered my husband ten billion dollars only if I divorced him willingly, he promised to give me all the riches I had ever wanted but I refused. My husband hated me for that. This was where my husband Caspian, turns into something I refer to as a demon in human form making me experience hell on earth, a nightmare I couldn't run from, neither hide from, and this was all because of a billionaire who wants to fuck me by all means.

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

I whipped my head to him at once and scoffed, “That interested in Calvin's life that much? You'll keep chasing him. You're never going to reach so don't bother.” “Hey!” He grabbed my hand before I could grasp it and held my jaw, “Watch what you say to me.” “Don't you dare touch me ever again,” I warned and got out of his hold before standing to my feet and he also did the same. “Why are you so pissed? I was only pointing out how you're working when your so-called husband is a billionaire. I mean, isn't it fake?” He turned to the crowd and I heard flashes of light and only when I looked around did the faces become more familiar.

Why not to a billionaire? Little did I know that five years later, I'd still be a sick billionaire's virgin wife. My pussy was still throbbing, traitorously wet from having cum in front of my step son moments ago. I gulped and tried to crawl backward like a wounded animal, but he lunged at me, one big hand fisting in my long brunette hair.