Novel & Cerita Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.

I'm much too wild to be tamed. Katherina couldn't help but be curious. "So, you've never been in love?" she asked, her voice gentle. Henry shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "I've never found anyone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with," he said, his tone nonchalant. "Even if I did get married, no woman could ever tame me," Henry said, a hint of pride in his voice. "I'm a free spirit, and I like it that way." Katherina arched an eyebrow, skeptical. "I think you just like to be difficult"

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter

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.”

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.

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.

I could only hear the ticking of the clock. “I’m sorry…” I let out a small, breathless laugh. “Did you just say billion?” “Yes.” I shook my head slowly. This had to be a mistake. Recently, I was begging my husband not to leave me and today… “You’re saying I’m… a billionaire?” I whispered. “Yes, Mrs. Debbie.” Nothing felt real anymore. Not my marriage. Not my pain. Not even this. I looked down at my hands. They were still shaking but something else was there now. Something new that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Control.