Novel & Cerita Heiress' Househusband Is A Secret Billionaire

Billionaire Desmond Zimmerman Confirms Secret 3-Year Marriage to Wellington Heiress; Announces First Child on the Way. The glass in the sink didn't break, but the sound of it rattling against the metal rang through the empty kitchen. My hands went completely numb. They didn't use a name. Just Wellington Heiress. My mind went instantly to the photo Vivian had sent me yesterday. The red diamonds. The hotel suite was buried in roses and designer bags. The smug, venomous purr in her voice when she called the landline. Real love deserves the best. She was pregnant.

Yet she narrowed her eyes into the air. “What?” “That man is a monster.” She continued, shaking her head. “My Aunt worked in his house four years ago. He treats his wife badly. All the maids in the house thought she was better off as a surrogate mother.” Emma gasped, her hand flew to her mouth. “That bad?” “I don't know why people would think it's not their child in the first place. Yeah he's rich, the most eligible bachelor in town, a billionaire at that. So? He's a devil.” She spat.

As a billionaire heiress who'd survived being orphaned, hunted, and nearly broken. But not broken. Never fully broken.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

“This was also part of his plan. That woman knew she wasn’t your mother. The plan was always to get you in such a state of trauma that he would always have a way to control you anytime he needed to.” “But….why is he so evil? She tormented me all my life… and for what, a few millions?” “Billions, my dove.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Billions???” “Yes. You’re the lost heiress of the Everhart fortune.” He announced, his tone a bit louder at the revelation. “This was your story, and you revealed it perfectly. You and your siblings are the heirs to the generational wealth in our name.”

Nothing in the Billion household was ever ever really still for very long. She stood still when her phone vibrated with a notification. It was a headline on an article: "Charles Billion's Secret Marriage to Fiona Generys: The Billion Heiress Marries in a Secret Ceremony But What Does It Bode for the Family Dynasty?" Fiona's heart dropped, her pulse racing as she skimmed the words. This was not the headline she had anticipated. She was about to swipe away the alert when another one flashed on the screen: "Scandal in Billion Family: Charles Billion's New Bride Was Kept a Secret Here's What You Didn't Know

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

“The rival bidder is aggressive and well-funded. They are attempting to sow distrust in the market by fabricating information about my company’s stability.” Instability caused by a secret heir and a hacker wife, I mentally supplied, moving to the coffee machine. “We need to look flawless today,” he continued, finally turning to assess me. “Tonight is the Thorne Legacy Gala. Every major stakeholder, every rival CEO, and my entire extended family will be there. Rule Two is in effect: perfection is the only acceptable standard.” “Perfection has a price, Julian,” I murmured, pouring my coffee. He raised an eyebrow. “It does. And I paid ten million dollars for yours. Don’t disappoint me.”

Amelia's face grew red at the insult which was just exactly how things were with her at the moment. "I am not a jobless fellow." "Still not suitable to be my wife." His rude tone cut through her immediately "If it was that easy for you to get a wife, why are you hellbent on bringing me in to save your failing business?" She demanded from him. Hunter paused, yet refusing to say a word. This was absolutely a mess that he was willing to clear up no matter what. "This deal is going to bring me billions of dollars. Something that you have never had access to except by the function of this deal... And that is if you see it through."

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"