Novel & Cerita Flash Marriage Billionaire Secrets

Kelly glanced at Logan who just raised his brows slightly without saying a word. "You are calling him, Logan Gunner? What do you mean?" Mr. Elsher asked after hearing Kelly's words to Logan. "Oh, if Amelia married him then there must be a reason why she eloped. He is good looking so of course any bother would like to elope elope with him" Kelly smiled. "Are you saying that, The bodyguard is actually President Logan Gunner. The Evil and Frightening President?" Lillian who stood there didn't also expect the change of things.

It seemed crazy they were both busy at the same time. “I will pay ten thousand for that.” A voice beside her said. Amelia turned to see her husband raising his fan. She turned back to see what he was willing to purchase; it was a small necklace, with an angel pendant. She hadn’t listened to the attribute the Mc had mentioned, but she knew it was going to be something along the line – rare and one of a kind. She frowned at Mike, not believing he was willing to pay such an amount for a small necklace. Well, he was a billionaire. “I will pay twenty thousand.” Most of the people turned back to look at Shawn. He grinned at Mike while wriggling his brow.

"Eddy, you're much too courteous. It's all my fault for not educating Caroline well enough. She'll be yours to lecture once you two get married." Layla had been listening all along, and Sarah's words made her feel extremely uneasy and annoyed. Her initial plan had been to let Kent defile Caroline and render her unfit to marry into the Morrison family. Who knew that he would've been such an idiot to make her plan fail and expose her? Just then, Caroline walked out to meet them with a card in hand. "Here's 50 million dollars," she said curtly. Her words were like a bomb to them, and all of them were at a loss for words.

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.

But something stopped her. If this person knew about Theo… knew about the penthouse… knew enough to take photos inside her own apartment… How long had they been watching? She opened the photos again. Zoomed in on the first one. Theo’s bed. The dinosaur nightlight she bought last Christmas. The crack in the wall she always meant to patch. Everything familiar. Everything wrong. She typed. What do you want? Reply came faster this time. Money. A lot of it. Or I send these to every tabloid in the city. “Billionaire’s Secret Love Child” sells papers.

“It’ll work out, Rae. Fingers crossed.” Before I could respond, Amelia one of Claire’s friends came over. Her eyes were sparkling like she had some big news. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered dramatically, leaning close, “who would’ve guessed you were having an affair with a hot billionaire?” My stomach dropped. “Wait… what?” Claire tilted her head. “An affair? With who?” Amelia waved her phone. “You’re all over the internet. Haven’t you seen? Look!” I grabbed her phone, heart pounding. There I was leaving Lucio’s house, waiting for an Uber, stepping outside like any normal girl but the headline screamed

"He replaced a 'mistake' with a transaction." I hit play on the recording I’d made at Elsa’s villa. Elsa’s voice filled the quiet room—shaky, tearful, and brutally honest. I watched Elena’s face as the story unfolded. I watched her eyes go wide when Elsa mentioned the affair under their roof. I watched her go pale when Elsa described the labor in the same hospital. And then, the part that destroyed her: “Greg came to my room... he told me he would give my child the best life... and in return, he would give me 100 million dollars.”

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*

Oliver Ashford, father of groom, worth £90B, had booked: Private island in Maldives, Ashford Hotels private island, 50 staff, overwater villa, Patek Philippe welcome gift, rescue cat Biscuit's own villa. Rose and Leo said: "No." Milo Blackwood, 21, who said "No!" as first word at 8 months old, was proud: "My sister learned No from me! Good!" Rose and Leo's honeymoon plan: Stay in their Shoreditch mold flat. £800 per month, 2 roommates, 1 bathroom with mold that looks like a rose if you squint, bicycle, Tesco meal deals, coffee shop shifts. Because Rose said: "If we start marriage with private jet, we will end with private jet divorce like other billionaires. If we start with mold, we will ap

I tightened my hold on Arthur's arm, holding on to him as if my life depended on it. "Who's this handsome man?" Brittney asked, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “This is my boyfriend, Arthur. He’s an executive at AmeriCapital Investments.” Why did I say that last part? Brittney looks Arthur up and down, and I want to rip her hair out. “Isn’t that the largest investment company in the United States?” Brittney asks. Something about the way she said it, turning her body toward Anna when she asked, set off alarm bells in my head.