Flash Marriage Billionaire Secrets Novels & Stories

I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself. Jessica’s texts started popping up one after the other: Jess: SIS WHAT IS THIS??? Jess: You MARRIED a billionaire?? Jess: Who is he?? What’s going on?? Answer meeeee!! Jess: Mom is gonna hyperventilate. Jess: ARE YOU OKAY?? Jess: HELLO??? I suddenly felt dizzy. I didn't even know which message to respond to first. There were a lot of tags on my I*******m too. The wedding I thought was fake is actually real, and now the whole freaking world knows about it. My face was almost on every blog — mystery woman, unknown bride, Miami wife. And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortu

My whole body immediately feels like it doesn't even know where to stand. I’m turning twenty eight in a few days. On that birthday, I’m supposed to take over Lancaster Group of Companies in New York City. But I have to be married before that can happen. Marrying Derek was supposed to secure my position. Derek and I had our amazing plans. Most importantly we had plans to celebrate my freedom from my stepfather and his family. I trusted him with everything. Now I just stand there, helpless, watching betrayal unfold right in front of me. Suddenly Elena laughs out loud when Derek doesn't speak. She gets out of the bed in her undies. She smoothens her hair and walks toward me with that smug smile

"Even though we know that your marriage to Jaxon was private, be careful. Because you're now the billionaire's secret." So this my first warning as the billionaire secret? This is my first warning as a billionaire wife?

*** Madeline Carter sat in front of her vanity as Edith Penrose, her childhood nanny, gently combed her curly red hair. “You’ve done it,” Edith said, her voice low and pleased. “Beatrice Langford already pushed the story to CNN. Headline reads: ‘Ethan Whitmore Survives Fire, Returns to Find Wife Sold His Properties and Ran from L.A. – Now Engaged to a Billionaire.’” She paused to smile. “We made sure it mentioned her fashion company too. And how she’s divorcing her husband—who just came back from the dead—because her fiancé, Caleb Monroe, is rich. We also hinted she was seeing Caleb even before Ethan’s accident.”

Getting this amount in cash was a fucking nightmare, so I really hope it's worth it, "They'll be fully yours, no questions asked and no one will ever know what happened in here." "Okay," she mumbles a few seconds later, "Do I have to agree to know what your secret is?" "Yep," I reply. She closes her eyes, but after thinking about it, she nods, "You're smart. And now you're half a million dollars richer." "I guess I am.... so what's your secret?" she asks with bright, interested eyes. I think she wants to know the secret more than she wants the money. "You know I'm dating Theodore Heiden?" I start, she nods, "Well, my secret is that I'm also dating his good friend Liam Fierro, you know who he

I want him to keep spiralling while I go through the chaos he made me start. My phone buzzes again. Zain: If you don’t fix this, I will. Don’t test me. Ah. There he is. The real Zain. I take a breath, and I block him. As much as I’d enjoy him making a fool of himself, I think I love my peace more. I can’t resist the urge to check the news. The Montclair Watchdog, naturally, was the first to go for the jugular: BREAKING: Montclair Heiress Stuns With Secret Fiancé Reveal. Billionaire Dante Moreau Finally Off the Market?

But Kylan that moment seemed dumbfounded, like he had seen a ghost or something. His next movement immediately explained why, as he held his phone in the air towards me. Distracting myself from the call for a second, I read the words that displayed on his screen carefully… “EX-WIFE OF BILLIONAIRE, SEBASTIAN FROST, HOOKS UP WITH FORMER ADULT FILM STAR.”

I scrolled, my stomach dropping with every word. "Elena Hart, a marketing executive from a modest background, reportedly proposed to billionaire Adrian Kingsley. . Sources close to the couple suggest the marriage was less romance and more... transaction. Meanwhile, Adrian's rumored former flame, Rachel Lind, remains a fixture in elite circles, leading many to wonder: Is the Kingsley marriage a publicity stunt, or is Elena Hart simply the placeholder until Rachel decides to return?" My hands were shaking. I read it again, and then again, the words blurring.

(Sienna) My phone had forty-seven notifications. Then fifty-two. Then sixty, in the time it took me to process that number. The first thing I saw was a headline. SWIFT SCANDAL: Billionaire dumps bride at altar for her SISTER — and we have the receipts. Below it, grainy but unmistakable: a hotel corridor. A man pressing a woman against a wall. His hand in her hair. Her hands at his shirt. Me. Six weeks ago. Heathrow.

The blonde woman touched Ruby's shoulder. "No, I'm not. I was thinking. Whether I should go back to Boston or not." Ruby smiled, picked up the glass, and slowly sipped the champagne her friend had filled. "Oh my God! Is it true that this billionaire already has a son? How could he keep it a secret? When did he get married? Crazy is crazy." A woman's shocked voice took center stage from the other end of the table. It didn't escape Ruby's attention either; she was also curious about who was being talked about.