Novel & Cerita Double Life My Billionaire Husband

“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."

I brought it out with my free hand and saw that it was my friend, Ethan, calling. I answered the call and brought the phone up to my ear. He didn't let me speak before he started talking. “Brand, I think I just saw your wife.” I frowned. “My wife?” The phrase had Bailey staring at me with intensity. I ignored her and slowly set Charlotte on the ground. “Yes, your wife, your ex-wife, whatever. The woman that made you go to the bar where we met.” “I think I get the gist now, Ethan.” I said sarcastically, then paused. “Wait, for real? In LA?”

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.”

She could not believe it as she was trying to save every penny and present on her birthday, he bought it and the most surprising thing was that she never told him about the present. "You are my wife, I have to know what was making my wife walk to the bus stop instead of taking a taxi to the office" he said looking straight into her eyes. "I…I…do not know what to say," she said and lowered her head avoiding his piercing gaze. "Aren't you going to put the watch on my wrist?" he said to change the subject. When she slipped off her watch and hugged him, he whispered, "How about a gift back when we go home?"

I felt weird being rolled around in a wheelchair but I couldn't deny it felt way better than walking on my own. "Don't answer if it's too personal, but is Mr Monroe your husband?" the nurse asked me out of the blue. "Yes," I simply answered, not in the mood for small talk. "Oh. I knew it had to be. He was so broken when he brought you in. I can tell he loves you very much. I know you both must have a beautiful marriage." I rolled my eyes. She didn't know what was going on, on the inside. But how could she? She was probably one of those people who always read billionaire romance stories and imagined I was in a happy romantic relationship since my husband was famously rich and quite handsome.

“You waltzed right into his life and it was great at first because he hated you but then you started getting on my nerves and he would always stick up for you.” “I knew that my chances of having him were slim, but I kept trying. Well, I kept wanting him until I met Darren,” she smiled as she and Darren kissed again. It was disgusting and I just couldn’t see how any of these makes any sense but the last thing I wanted to do is say it out loud. “But then, the game became challenging and appealing and I just wanted to have him so he’d know that Celine Shepherd gets whatever she wants.” She gritted. “I’m going to get married to Ivan, he’s going to sign off his properties to me so that Darren and

“We’d say that you have to sell your place, and it’s taken longer than expected to put it on the market. Also, we wanted to keep things as separate as possible until we were married and then still keep our living arrangements and relationship private.” “I live in a freaking duplex, and I rent,” I said sardonically. “I’ll think of something.” This is crazy. Of all the things I expected when I walked in here, marriage was not on the table. “You can’t pay me to be your wife! That’s…everyone would think that I got this huge bonus and a promotion for doing um…uh…doing inappropriate things with you!” I don’t mention how my constant defending him to people here would be a big red flag.