The Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

“What if I have to go away for months?” “You are 28. I am sure you can survive.” “I am 27.” Alex corrected. “And that’s not the point. Will you live here alone if I go away.” I raised an eyebrow. “I am 23. I am sure I can survive.” Alex scoffed as if the whole idea of a wife living away from her billionaire husband was insane. “You can’t be serious.” “What is so unbelievable about this?” “Everything.” “How did you ever become a successful billionaire, I’ll never understand.”

“So let me get this straight. Your ridiculously hot billionaire husband cooks?” “Yes.” “And you didn’t think to lead with that?” I burst out laughing, tugging her toward the next room. The home theater made her squeal. “You have a popcorn machine? Are you kidding me?” When we finally reached the indoor pool, she just stood there, staring. The glass walls overlooked the garden, the water sparkling in the afternoon sun. “You married a billionaire,” she whispered like it was the first time it had really hit her. “A billionaire with a spa.”

"I..." "It didn't cause a dent, baby. You can take millions of dollars and I wouldn't even feel it. It's time you finally realise that you have a Billionaire beside you..." He grinned, leaned down, and whispered. "And you're one too." "You keep saying things like that and you'll end up on the streets, Mr Vitali," I said, my eyes still on the card. It suddenly felt heavy. Alexander laughed, throwing his head back. "I wouldn't even feel a thing if you were to take a billion, baby. That's how rich and powerful your husband is."

Farrah's POV I and Miller are already married for two years, it's funny how things ended up, I was once a Stevens but now I'm Farrah Mae Miller... It fits my name well, right? Haha, well I never thought that my husband is more than just a billionaire, he inherited a lot of islands, like what the hell? I didn't expect it, I'm convinced that he's a billionaire but owning a lot of islands is so surprising for me, you can't imagine how unbelievable it is, but then and it becomes our business, a resort island.

GIANNA ~•~ After two years of marriage, I was used to waiting for my husband. I just didn’t know I would be waiting for him tonight as well. It was my birthday and I expected him to be home so we could celebrate together, but he wasn’t. My birthday was celebrated last night because today was a work day, but towards the end of the night, Brandon had gotten a call, which made him rush out of the party before it even ended. I didn’t say anything about it because it could have been an emergency, but when I asked him about it this morning, he said it was nothing and left for work.

It should have been comforting—but nothing about tonight felt safe. Her thoughts kept circling back to Damion. To the things he had said. The things he hadn’t. “You’re still thinking about him,” Lily’s voice cut through the quiet. Carmela sighed softly. “How can I not?” Lily flopped down onto the couch with a dramatic groan. “Girl, you need a break from all this billionaire drama. It’s like a soap opera—but without the fun part where you inherit a secret island.” Carmela smiled faintly. “It’s not that simple.”

“I’m glad. And how’s Emily? Hope she isn’t bothering you too much. I’m sorry I was unable to come pick her up today like I promised.” “Oh nonsense. You know that our little angel is always welcome to stay with us as long as she needs.” “Thanks ma.” I replied. “But what is this I hear about your husband being a millionaire or something like that?” She asked, changing the subject with precise expertise that was peculiar only to the Jones’ household. He was actually a billionaire but I didn’t feel the need to correct her, ignorant being bliss and what not. “Yeah well, that happened.”

A mess hall promise resulted in a swollen ass and a lifetime teasing from her husband, she wondered what it would be like this time. "What promise?" she asked hesitantly. “Promise me, we'll visit your gynecologist after meeting your parents tomorrow. I can not take it anymore. I need to bury my dick inside your pussy", the moment he said as if he was talking about the weather, Allora pinched his forearm, and unintentionally she landed on his wound making him hiss in pain. “I did not know that in addition to being horny you became sadistic, seeking pleasure in your husband's pain,” he cried, making Allora laugh a lot.