Snatched a billionaire to be my husband Novels & Stories

"He loves his wife very much." “Do you think such a thing exists in this world? A man who has everything, subject to one woman? It's really hard to believe,” Scout retorted. He is a thirty-nine year old man who has been in business since he was nineteen. During that time he had never seen rich men worship only one woman in his life. At least they have two or more mistresses hidden in various parts of other countries so that whenever they are away from their wives, their biological needs will still be met smoothly. So true love will definitely never be in the life dictionary of Scout Voyage who has seen for himself how the love lives of great men out there are.

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

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.

Was he trying to steal from my husband after demanding the sum of one billion? My blood boiled, and I felt like ripping him apart. He shot me a sly grin and replied to the caller, "Okay. I'm on my way" before ending the call. He smiled and walked over to me, caressing my cheeks. "Awwn. My sweetheart is mad that her husband is about to lose his wealth. Don't worry, I'll lavish it on you, my love." "You won't get away with this, Max!" He pulled my cheeks softly, but his grip became tighter.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in the City of New York. Mrs Garcia woke up to find one side of the bed empty. She searched the room for her husband only to find him coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and talking on the phone. "Thank you so much," he said and ended the call "My love, guess what?" he said after greeting his wife with a kiss "You know I don't like guessing games. What happened?" Mrs Garcia asked "We got the invitation to the Billionaire's meet," he announced with lots of excitement

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

The bedroom door swings open. He walks in holding red roses. “My beautiful wife is awake,” he grins, sitting beside me as I sit up. I blink. “Wait. Did you just call me beautiful?” This must be a good day. He laughs. “Look, you are my jackpot.” “Jackpot?” “Yeah. My ticket out of poverty for life.” “What do you mean?” “The billionaire from last night. He wants to see you again.” My eyes widen as I fight to hide the flush creeping up my face.

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.

Lucas’s lips traced a warm path along my neck, and despite my protests—reminding myself that this was just a contract—his soft, commanding whisper broke through: "I'm your husband now. This is more than a contract to me." In that tender yet electrifying moment, I surrendered to him. The night unfolded like a fever dream—passionate, surreal, and overwhelmingly intense. Lucas, with his chiseled abs, defined muscles, and the effortless confidence of a man who owned the world, transformed that night into something extraordinary. I almost forgot that he had been nothing more than a one-night stand not long ago; now he was the richest billionaire, a man whose touch redefined pleasure.