The Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

“Exactly. He doesn’t even know that I own the company he would die for… and at the same time, he has started to embezzle some funds.” “What?!” Nicholas widened his eyes. “He is embezzling funds?!” “Yes. He has been stashing some company’s funds aside.” “When did you find out?” “When? I think it was the second day after I married my wife. I had to look into him properly, you know?” “So…” Nicholas laughed at the twist and then shook his head. “He has been stealing from you, indirectly, the husband of his ex-wife.” “You see why I told you to not rush?”

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

Had I met her just a few months before, I had a feeling she would have lumped me in with the rest of these people who she seemed to find so dull, but now that I was with Kristo, my life had been nonstop excitement. But maybe that wasn’t as good a thing as I felt like it was. What happened when all that excitement dropped away, and it was just the two of us? Not playing at husband and wife anymore but just married. Spouses. How would he deal with the day-to-day? How would he find it? Would he struggle when the two of us weren’t sharing a secret that nobody else was supposed to know? Would he find me boring? Would we both unpick these layers, outside the thrill of everything that had happened

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

Her cheeks turned into red. "You don't need to marry me again, baby. I'm contented for having you in my life. It's enough for me to marry you twice. I know that you love me and you want to live with me forever, but to marry you again isn't my priority. My priority is to make you happy every day. I love you, baby. I'll be forever thankful because you're given to me. I was a poor woman, but you accepted me," she said. "You're no longer a poor woman. Your dad is a rich man and your husband is a billionaire. You're not a poor woman now. You married a handsome billionaire," he said happily.

Emma, My best friend. The woman who had ruined my life. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My chest squeezed so tightly I thought I might collapse. Memories crashed over me like waves, each one sharper than the last. Her laughter in my home. Her hand on his arm. The betrayal in my husband’s eyes when he left with her. The nights I cried myself to sleep, clutching Luke’s baby blanket, wondering what I had done wrong to deserve such devastation. And now, here she was. Sitting beside me as if we were strangers waiting for the same bus.

Rose said. Ivy sighed. "I know, Mom. I'll do my best." "Good. Remember, we're doing this for the family," Mrs. Rose said, ending the call. Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, an unfamiliar voice spoke into a phone. "Did you know she was pregnant?" "Yes, she’s pregnant by her contract husband. It wasn’t a real marriage; it was all a contract," a man replied, his tone casual. After listening to the person on the other end, he ended the call and sat back, a contemplative look on his face.

SYNOPSIS Elena Rossi once had everything — a fashion empire, a father's love, a future mapped out in silk and gold leaf. Then her father died, the company collapsed into ruin, and Elena traded runway shows for flour-dusted mornings behind the counter of a bakery just big enough to keep her and her ailing mother alive. When billionaire Damian Vance offers to erase her family's crushing debt in exchange for one year as his wife, Elena has no real choice but to say yes. It's a business arrangement — until the lines between contract and connection start dangerously blurring behind closed penthouse doors. But Elena isn't the only complication in Damian's calculated plan. Adrian Cole — he