Heiress' Househusband Is A Secret Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

He married one of the richest heiresses in the country, and he had no fucking clue. Fuck! How could he be so blind? And stupid? The more he found out, the more he realized he had never known Elena at all. She had lied to him. She had kept this part of her life a secret from him. She had fooled him into thinking she was just another struggling actress trying to make it big in the industry. But no, she was an heiress. An heiress of one of the largest business empires in the country. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"To marry to the benefit of the company. I would have understood if you did not. But your marriage cannot cause harm to us. If you marry him, you will be disinherited. That's my final word." Adam then buttoned his jacket and strode out of the room, leaving Mark and Abigail alone. "Billionaire land developer, huh?" Abigail asked, turning to face Mark entirely. "That's what you really are? Not a small business owner, not a landscaper?" "No," Mark told her. "The day you met me, I was examining the land next to your father's for development. You made an assumption, and I didn't want to correct it, so I left it. And then after a while, it was too late."

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.

She smiled, “Not only are you dating one of the richest man in the country but you’re also the heir to one of the largest conglomerates in the world.” I felt sick. “So that’s why you’re here.” She didn’t deny it. “You saw me on the news. You saw Mr Stallin’s and Alex’s name beside mine. You saw the money and the power and you thought it was time to reshuffle the deck.” Her eyes flashed with amusement. “Don’t pretend you’re not here with him, living in this big house for the same reason.” “I’m not using him,” I said through clenched teeth. She smirked. “Of course not. You just happened to fall into the bed of a billionaire—.”

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

she said angrily as she turned walking on the other side making Octavius dumbfounded. He had forgotten that she was also rich and that despite the fact her sister thought she was dead and had taken some of her properties, it wasn't shocking that she had other properties that her family didn't know of. After all, it was the same for every young generation from wealthy families. They buy some houses in secret to avoid their families, him not being an exception. When he saw her walking further and without looking back, he sighed as he didn't know how he had gotten to this situation. He just wanted to tease her not make her afraid of him.

“Seen what?” “Page Six. People. Architectural Digest’s gossip blog even.” She paused. “They all say the same thing.” I closed my eyes. “‘Secret Heiress Architect Linked to Billionaire James O’Connor. Twins. A Sudden Romance. A Hidden Past.’” I stood in the middle of the kitchen, phone pressed to my ear, breath caught between denial and fury. Elijah and Elena were laughing at something across the room, their cereal bowls half-full. Innocent. Unbothered.

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

"Mother wants me back in time for dinner." "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan replied before leaving the office. Diane stood up straightening her burgundy blazer and grabbing her bag. She still didn't believe this was her life now. She was a Deveraux, she owned stuff in her name, she was loved by people around her and most importantly, everyone in the country was about to know she was a hidden heiress. And as much as that meant her face was going to be frequently all over the media and her privacy was going to be compromised, this was what she wanted, this was the power she craved and this was the life that chose her.