The Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

I could feel sweat trickle down the side of my neck and roll down and beneath my heaving breasts. I imagined grabbing his perfectly rounded ass in both my hands and squeezing hard— No. No, I needed to clear these thoughts from my mind. He was my best friend’s uncle, and twelve years my senior, at that. Besides, Barnett was married. I couldn’t afford to get myself wrapped up in some fantasy about a married billionaire, not after I just got away from a cheating husband myself. I wouldn’t do that to another woman. I mentally slapped myself. Barnett wouldn’t want to be with me, anyway. Not when he has a woman like Julia to go home to.

"I try my best." I flop back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I can’t believe this. I can’t believe any of this. One minute, I’m living my life, happily engaged and planning my future, and now? Now I’m pregnant with twins and married to a billionaire. This is like some kind of badly written soap opera." "I mean, at least it’s entertaining." Emily nudges me. I shoot her a glare. "You’re enjoying this way too much." "A little, yeah." She smirks.

I no longer worked two jobs in Miami, scraping ice from the window of the broken-down car I jump-started every night. I was no longer yelled at by my bosses and co-workers. I’d just become a baroness, with the world at my manicured fingertips. I could afford the things I desired and I would become powerful. My husband’s name was Arnold Lincoln, a great baron in the country and a billionaire. He was wealthy and I didn’t have to lift my finger to work for the rest of my life. I cast a glance across the vast gilded ballroom of my new husband’s castle in northern California.

"I feel like I'm about to run." "Good. Do it anyway." His hand found the small of her back, warm through the silk of her dress, and steered her toward the room instead of away from it. "Everyone in this ballroom already knows your husband is sleeping with my wife. Tonight, we give them something else to talk about." They made it four steps before the first head turned. By the tenth, conversations were dying mid-sentence all across the room. Hannah kept her chin up and let Andy's hand stay exactly where it was.

He almost stripped it away when I got divorced, but didn’t because he realized the heartbreak made me work harder. “Well, handle it quickly because people are starting to leave bad reviews just because of your love life.” I didn’t respond to him. “Also, quickly recognize the twins as your kids. I heard one of them is a boy. He can take over from you later since he’s your only heir. It’s a good thing you and Gianna used to be married. At least, he’s not a bastard child.” “Dad!” I snapped. “Can you at least talk about them like they’re humans instead of tools for you to use?”

I replied. "Which truth? That fantasy-like story of yours? You're being crazy again, Menchie," Jethro said and was about to leave when I stopped him. "Yes. I told you before that I had a husband and a child in my previous life. Dauxfer was my husband and Astrid was our daughter. That’s the reason why I—" "Menchie, you sound stupid. Are you really going crazy?" Jethro said while laughing, still not believing me. I scratched my head. How will I tell my husband and daughter that I’m Radiant Monrovia if even Jethro doesn’t believe me?

he says. “Thank you.” “So, you got divorced then?” he asks, drowning more of his liquor. “Uhm…” I lick my lips. “Yeah, I did. That’s why I left Chicago.” I don't know if the lie is worth it, but I sure don’t know how to say that I tried to divorce my billionaire husband but couldn’t — because he's powerful, connected, and makes it feel like the world spins at his will. “I’m so sorry about your divorce,” Lionel says. “At least I’m here. I can help you,” he adds, like I’m a patient and he’s the doctor ready to patch me up. It wants to sound funny but it doesn't. Not in this situation I'm in.

When the crowd began to thin, Damion leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear in what appeared to be an affectionate gestures but his words sent a cold chill down her spine. “Just so you know, this marriage was a business deal,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Now we’re almost done with the charade, I thought you should know that I own you now and you are to do exactly as I say or else your parents will suffer if you refuse me, and I’m sure you love your parents so much than to watch them suffer.”

Noah replied without hesitation, “she is exactly that. My wife. And whether this marriage survives another day or not is completely irrelevant to what just happened. Nobody in this family has the right to put their hands on her.” Richard let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh.“You’ve lost your mind too,” he said, staring at Noah as though he barely recognized him. “Do you even hear yourself? She has just walked away with assets worth tens of billions, and you’re worried that Marcus nearly grabbed her arm?” Noah didn’t even bother to reply, he simply stood there, forming a protective barrier between Emma and his family. Across the room, Eleanor watched the entire scene unfold with unmistakable s

As we drove through the city, I couldn't help but feel like I was in a different world. When we arrived at our penthouse apartment, I was in awe. It was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. But as soon as we stepped inside, I knew that this wasn't going to be the fairytale life I had imagined. Daniel was cold and distant, treating me like a business deal rather than a wife. He explained to me that our marriage was simply an arrangement, a way for him to keep up appearances and avoid the marriage-obsessed women in his social circle.