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MidReal Story
My Billionaire Husband
Scenario:am a girl name angels M 18years the wife of the biggest ceo in the world i have blue eyes long dark hair am extremely pretty and young
my husband have green eyes dark short hair
he has a assistante name aria she is extremely jealouse of me
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Angels M
charming, and confident. Angels is only 18 and has a 10year age difference with her husband. She navigates the pressures of being a wife while maintaining her independence. Her relationship with her husband is complicated by his wealth and his assistant, Aria, who is jealous of her position.
Aria
jealous, and resentful. Aria desires to be in a relationship similar to Angels and her husband's but resents Angels for having it all. Her jealousy leads her to act unprofessionally, making Angels uncomfortable. Aria's presence creates internal struggles within the marriage, testing the couple’s bond and stability.
Husband (Name Not Given)
powerful, and enigmatic. His age difference with Angels being 10 years creates an unspoken tension in their relationship. Despite this, he values Angels as his wife and provides her with a luxurious life. His wealth and influence draw the attention of people like Aria, creating internal conflicts within his marriage.
I am Angels M, an 18year old girl.
I am the wife of the biggest ceo in the world.
My husband is 28years old.
He is the wealthiest man alive.
I have blue eyes, long dark hair, and I am extremely pretty and young.
I am only 18years old, ten years younger than my husband.
My husband has green eyes and dark short hair.
He loves me so much, and I also love him.
His assistant, Aria, hates me so much because she is extremely jealous of me.
She wants to be in my position—married to my husband—but she can't because he doesn't love her.
Aria is also a very beautiful girl, but not as beautiful as I am.
She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very nice body shape.
She is also very smart and intelligent.
I don't know why my husband hired her as his assistant.
Maybe he loves her.
I don't know.
My husband never told me about it.
I just know that Aria hates me so much and wants to take my position as his wife.
I stand near the champagne fountain, looking at Aria as she stands near my husband, talking to him.
She keeps touching his arm and laughing loudly at his every word.
She is always like that around him, always trying to get close to him.
I walk up to them, but Aria turns her body so that I can only see her back.
My husband notices this and turns around, so I can see him fully now.
Aria looks at me and then quickly pulls out a document from her bag and hands it to my husband.
She whispers something in his ear, and he nods before walking towards his office with her following closely behind.
She glances back at me over her shoulder and smirks before they both walk into his office.
I follow them quietly, making sure not to be seen.
I creep down the dimly lit hallway towards his office, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
I stop when I reach his office, and I see that the door is slightly open.
I push it open just a little bit more, so I can see them.
Aria is leaning over his desk, her perfectly manicured finger tracing lines on a document in front of him.
My husband is studying the document intently, his eyes scanning every detail.
"I think this is a good idea," Aria says, her voice low and husky.
"We should merge with our biggest competitor. It will give us an edge in the market."
My husband nods, his eyes still fixed on the document.
"I agree," he says.
"But we need to make sure we have a solid plan in place before we make any moves."
Aria nods, her blonde hair bobbing up and down.
"I've already started working on it," she says.
"I'll be able to present it to you by the end of the week."
My husband nods again, his expression serious.
"Good," he says.
"I want to make sure we do this right."
Aria smiles, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I'll make sure of it," she says.
"I'll work day and night to make sure everything goes smoothly."
My husband smiles back at her, and I feel a pang of jealousy in my chest. "I appreciate that," he says.
"I know I can count on you."
Aria's smile widens, and she leans forward slightly, her body inches from my husband's.
"I'll always be here for you," she says, her voice low and husky once again.
My husband's eyes flicker to hers, and for a moment they just stare at each other.
I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watch them interact with each other.
They seem so comfortable around each other, so familiar.
It's like they're two old friends who have known each other for years.
But I know they haven't known each other for that long.
My husband hired Aria about six months ago as his assistant, and since then she has been by his side almost constantly.
I've seen them together many times before, but today there's something different about their interaction. Aria breaks the silence first by pulling back from my husband and standing up straight again.
She clears her throat before speaking again.
"There's one more thing I wanted to talk to you about," she says hesitantly.
Her eyes flicker towards the slightly open door, locking onto mine with a knowing intensity.
I push the heavy oak door open, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I enter his office uninvited.
Aria straightens up immediately, clutching the documents to her chest while shooting me a venomous glare.
The tension in the room thickens as I approach his desk, maintaining my composure despite my racing heart.
My husband looks up, surprise flickering across his face.
I lean forward, purposefully placing my manicured hands on his desk, and gesture toward the papers in Aria's grip.
"Those merger documents seem important," I say, my voice steady despite my trembling fingers.
Aria smirks, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Important enough to change everything," she replies, her tone dripping with implication.
My husband glances between us, confusion etched on his face.
I retreat from his office, returning to the comfort of our bedroom suite.
The plush window seat beckons me, offering a panoramic view of the glittering city lights below.
I sink into its softness, my fingers instinctively reaching for the documents Aria had left on my husband's desk.
As I open them, Aria's neat handwriting and detailed notes greet me, each page a reminder of how she leaned over his desk, her voice low and husky as they discussed the merger.
Each line of text, every scribbled note speaks to their shared language of business and ambition.
My fingers trace his signature on the final page, his name written beside hers with an air of finality.
Just as I am about to close the documents, my phone buzzes on the nightstand, interrupting my reverie.
I pick it up to find a message from my husband.
"Hey love," it reads.
"I'm going to be working late with Aria on the merger. I'll see you when I get home."
I pace our bedroom, checking my phone obsessively as the city lights dim outside.
The hours tick by, and finally at midnight, I hear the sound of the front door opening.
My husband walks into the room, his tie loosened and his jacket wrinkled.
"Hey love," he says, setting down his briefcase and walking towards me.
"I'm sorry I'm so late. We were working on the merger and lost track of time."
I step back from him, my hands trembling with anger.
"Why did you have to work so late?" I demand.
"It's midnight. You know I worry about you when you're out this late."
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, which is now disheveled from a long day of work.
"Angels, I need to tell you something," he says, his voice low and serious.
I can see the tension in his body as he approaches me.
"What is it?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly.
He pauses for a moment before answering.
"I'm sorry for not being more considerate of your feelings," he says.
"I know you feel threatened by Aria, but I promise nothing is going on between us. She's just an employee."
Standing in our dimly lit bedroom, I watch his face intently as he waits for my response.
My hands shake slightly as I process his promise about Aria being just an employee.
The city lights twinkle through the window behind him, casting shadows across his wrinkled suit.
Despite my lingering doubts, I force myself to move forward.
My bare feet pad against the plush carpet as I close the distance between us.
I hesitate for a moment, searching his green eyes for any trace of deception.
Finding none, I slowly wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my face against his chest.
As I listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I whisper, "Let's see where this merger takes us."
I pull back slightly from our embrace to look up at him, my heart still racing from the tension of our earlier confrontation.
He cups my face gently, his thumb brushing against my cheek as he suggests, "Let's get out of here for the weekend. Just us. No work calls or assistants."
The familiar scent of his cologne and the warmth of his touch start to melt away my lingering anger.
I hesitate for a moment, considering his proposal.
"Will you be able to leave work behind?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nods reassuringly, his eyes filled with sincerity.
"I'll delegate everything to the team. The merger will be in good hands."
Before I can respond, he leans down and kisses my forehead softly.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his phone and begins texting.
"Just let me send a quick message to Aria, letting her know I'll be unavailable," he says, tapping away at the screen.
I watch him carefully, searching for any sign of hesitation or reluctance.
He finishes typing and looks back at me, a small smile playing on his lips.
I move methodically through our walk-in closet, selecting designer pieces for the trip while he showers.
Each item I fold reminds me of previous events we've attended together, before Aria complicated everything.
I pack my favorite blue dress that matches my eyes, the one he complimented at our first dinner date.
The sound of running water stops, and I hear him humming as he moves around the bathroom.
My hands pause over a silk nightgown as I consider whether intimacy might help strengthen our bond.
He emerges from the bathroom, towel draped around his neck, and catches my contemplative gaze.
"Thinking about packing that for the trip?" he asks with a teasing smile, nodding toward the nightgown.
I nod slowly, meeting his eyes. "Do you think a change of scenery will help us find our way back to each other?"