Flash Marriage Billionaire Secrets Novels & Stories

She shouted flatly. "Why did you tell Vish about me and uncle?" I tear fell when I mentioned the word 'uncle'. "Oh! So, you've been listening all this time," she crossed her arms over her chest. "It's my life, so I'll say whatever I want to say. And what do you care if I said that? Why, isn't it true? You're flirtatious. You slept with your aunt's husband. You are a gold digger. You wanted to take the wealth left by mom and dad from us!"

"It's not them that want it secret, but I do. I'm not ready to get the spotlight, so I asked them not to say anything for the time being." Jenny narrowed her eyes at her. "You're weird. People usually flaunt their marriage, especially if they're married to billionaires. But you're the opposite." Anna could only let out a chuckle. It didn't bother her at all to find her accusations. "That's what makes me different from them." They talked for the next few minutes. It eased her mind because Anna could speak freely to Jenny. It turned out that having no secret was better than hiding it. But she didn't regret doing it, given her circumstances.

"Mr. Edward Collins Harvey officially announces the ownership of the Atlanta Company's assets and shares. As the largest shareholder of a giant company like Atlanta, Edward Collins Harvey will crack down on all forms of fraud and blah blah blah!" Felicia read the latest news about Edward Collins Harvey that had accidentally appeared on the homepage of her social media app. "Mr. Edward will also officially announce who his secret wife is, which has always been a public question. The mass media is busy and curious. This news had sunk some time ago. But its appearance now is eagerly awaited. " And Felicia read the news silently.

“How’s Elli? Is the doctor still checking her? What is taking them so long?” “Sir,” Sam said formally. He turned and took the tablet from his bodyguard and watched videos uploaded online of Carmela attacking Elli. He slid the tablet, and an article came up from the online gossip column, The Juicy Scoop, with the headline in big, bold letters, “MARRIED!!!” along with a photo of him carrying Elli. “Don’t get your hopes up, ladies! Youngest billionaire, Sebastien Jackson Kincaid is married! This was recently revealed a few hours ago after supermodel, Carmela Steinfeld mercilessly and brutally attacked the revealed wife, Ellisande Porter at the lobby of Kincaid Tower.

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

“You really didn’t know.” I hung up before she could say more, my fingers trembling as I scrambled through my phone. And there it was—the headline screaming back at me. Billionaire Colton Sinclair’s Secret Engagement to the Faceless Famous Vivienne Laurent Finally Revealed.

"I was crying on the steps. An older woman found me. Grandma Mabel, she gave me a very nice nickname, Lily. And she paid off the four million dollars in cash. But.... But she had a condition, I had to agree to a flash marriage." Audrey froze. Her heart skipped a beat. "Wait, a new nickname? And then you got married? How did it all happen so fast." "Yes," Alura said, rubbing her temples. "It was a contract marriage. I don't even know the man's real name. We registered everything through our lawyers. We have never met face to face. He just sends money to cover my expenses and rent. That is how I afford this place." Audrey’s mind raced. A secret millionaire-- scratch that, probably a billionair

Alexander said smoothly. "Of course. I have to admit, I'm intrigued." Christine gestured to our seats. "It's not every day a billionaire and his new bride request emergency airtime to address marriage rumors." We sat down, and I was hyperaware of the cameras, the lights, the crew members watching us. "Thirty seconds," someone called. Alexander reached over and took my hand. "You've got this," he whispered. The countdown began. Five, four, three, two... "Good evening," Christine began, looking directly at the camera. "Tonight we have an exclusive interview with Alexander Frost, CEO of Frost Industries, and his wife Emily. The couple, who married just days ago in a surprise Vegas ceremony, are

Wanted to pretend nothing existed outside this hospital, this bill, this impossible weight that she just couldn't lift off of her shoulders. But something—desperation, curiosity, exhaustion—made her answer. “Hello?” She hated how her voice shook. A pause. Then a calm, controlled female voice responded. “Miss Aubrey Lane?” “Yes?” “My name is Denise. I work for Mr. Killian Frost.” Aubrey frowned instantly. That name meant nothing and everything at the same time. Killian Frost. Even people who didn’t follow business news knew it. Ruthless Billionaire CEO. Tech empire. Media silence. A man spoken about in headlines like a myth rather than a person. Powerful. Untouchable. The kind of man whose pr