Novel & Cerita Flash Marriage Billionaire Secrets

She settled on a plate of steaming vegetable stir-fry and grabbed a fresh fruit salad for dessert. They settled down to eat, the food was nice and she enjoyed it. As she was about to leave the cafeteria, she noticed a familiar face on the TV screen. It was her mysterious baby daddy. Why was he on the news? The volume of the TV set was not audible so she couldn’t hear clearly but the headline said; “Business Mongol Stephan Rodriguez Set To Wed Amelia O’Neil”. She was so dumbfounded, she couldn’t believe she had spent most of her weekend looking for him only to find him engaged to someone else. She walked out of the cafe with a heavy heart.

“He barely even cared. Signed the papers like it was just another business deal.” Skyler’s eyes widened dramatically. “No way. No drama? No ‘how could you leave me’ moment?” “None,” I replied, letting out a small laugh. “He asked me where I got the $10 million from, though. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that I didn’t touch his money. Two years and he still knows nothing about me.” Skyler raised his glass in a mock toast. “To the mysterious and ever-resilient Sophia! I knew you had it in you.”

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

But the other part, the wary part, urged her to wait. If she was going to survive this, she needed to be careful. She had already let herself get blindsided once. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. --- Adrian sat behind his desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The latest article from Mercer’s camp flashed in bold letters. "Billionaire’s Marriage Scandal: Was It All a Lie?" His grip on the mouse tightened as he scrolled through the article, filled with more insinuations, more half-truths. Mercer was relentless.

She smiled and said, "Izzy, there are five million in this card. Five million is enough for a person to find a small city, buy a house, and live a lifetime without having to work if they save a little." It turned out that Elena's real purpose in seeking her this time was to have her leave Northbay with money. Isabella found it really amusing and laughed softly, "Elena, you thought you could get rid of me with just five million?" Elena paused, blinked her eyes, and looked at Isabella with an innocent and helpless expression.

Leila smiled through it all, her heart hammering in her chest. Adrian moved with practiced ease, nodding at the reporters, his expression smooth and unreadable. He guided her forward as if he had done it a thousand times before, keeping his hand on the small of her back. And he probably had. But Leila hadn’t. She had never been the subject of this kind of media frenzy. Never been the woman whose arm the billionaire was holding. She hated every second of it. She just did her part, though. She laughed just loud enough for the cameras to pick up when Adrian leaned in and whispered something in her ear. When a reporter asked how they met, she smiled and gave a perfectly rehearsed answer about “a

Some wanted to know if the story was true. Liam walked out with two glasses of lemonade. "You are staring at the screen again," he said. "I am answering emails." "Good ones?" "Some. Weird ones too." "Weird how?" "One person asked if I was secretly a billionaire." "What did you say?" "I said I was secretly a writer." He sat next to me. Handed me a glass. "That is the truth." "The best kind." I closed the laptop. The emails could wait. The Fourth of July came faster than expected. Marcus arrived with his kids. Samuel and Jenna came with Hope. Phillip came with Sarah. June flew in with Sofia. Rebecca and Tom drove down from Montpelier. Anna flew in from Oregon. Victoria came from Chicago.

"My grandfather's will required me to marry before turning thirty three or lose control of this company to my cousin. Elena's father owed a debt that threatened everything he'd built over a lifetime. We solved two problems with one signature, and neither of us expected it to become anything else at all." "And did it," Farah asked, leaning forward slightly. "Become something else, in your own words." I looked at Elena instead of the camera, watched her throat work around whatever she was about to say, and answered before she had to carry the weight of it alone in front of a stranger. "A year before the wedding, at a blackout charity gala, I met a woman in a green dress and a mask, and I spent

"Word is, the moment she found out the ex-fiance she dumped for her idiot sister now runs the Cross Consortium, she puked—and face-planted right into it!" "There's footage everywhere online. Guys, go like and share—comedy gold!" People all around pulled out their phones, watching the videos and howling with laughter. Liana quickly checked her phone—only to find the internet flooded with clips of her humiliation. She was so angry she looked like she'd been turned to stone.

No one other than my Sebastian Hartley—The Sebastian Hartley. My heart fluttered as I read through the text. I gushed for myself, with my cheeks blushing red. I’ve never felt this way before, and over a text? This feeling is out of this world. I twirled around like a girl in a brightly flowered garden, unable to contain my excitement. From a housekeeper to the love of the billionaire's life. The universe sure does love me, more than I expected. And maybe…just maybe, this is just the beginning of something even more beautiful than I could ever dream.