Heiress' Househusband Is A Secret Billionaire Novels & Stories

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter

If we can learn who he is, then we can salvage some hope of getting the Moon Tears fabric back. I back out of the parking lot and head onto the road with that plan firmly seated in my mind. The first issue would be money. I say it would be, because it would have been. If I had been just Antonia, I would not have dreamt of being able to raise 150,000 dollars in a short while. If I had just been Antonia Finn, I wouldn't have imagined it, even though my husband has more than that. Antonia Finn is the wife of a billionaire, without much to her name except her savings.

"Ella will beg for me to take her back. She'll beg to come home with me. I know it." As the meeting concludes, I notice a thunderstorm brewing outside the office and make my way out to Miss Cates. "Please contact Ella Reina, the woman who was in here earlier," I start, trying to act nonchalant with my secretary. "I'm going to find her some property and send a check." A check that's fifty million dollars should be enough. She'll be back in no time. "Mr. Wickham," the woman starts, wringing her hands repeatedly. "She left with another man today."

Julian Bennett leaned back in his leather chair, the dim light of his private office casting shadows across his chiseled features. The city skyline stretched out beyond the floor to ceiling windows behind him, but his focus wasn’t on the view. Instead, his sharp eyes scanned the reports on his tablet, each headline about Alexis Montgomery more inflammatory than the last. "Socialite Heiress Ditches Fiancé for Hotel Mystery Man!" "Alexis Montgomery’s New Flame: Opportunist or Genuine?"

Alex, pondered for a while and look back what just happened in her life. She was the sole heiress of Villa Hotel Group of Companies. They have presence around the world. This company was from a very humble beginning. That is why even their family is now a billionaire they did not forget how to give back to the needy and in the community. They are living like a normal person except that Alex is arranged to get married to the son of the real estate tycoon in Paris. However, she is allowed to do whatever she wants until the marriage has been settled.

I'll just try the best that I can. The day has ended and it is time for the maids to rest. What makes this mansion very different is that each one of us have our own rooms, except when one isn't used to being alone. I don't mind being alone so I was given my own room. The room's actually big, this can even be compared to our living room. Is Mr. Bertrand really just a billionaire or much higher than that? Or is there such a thing?

She tucks a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, crossing over to the couch. “I told you nothing happened!” I lie. I gravitate to the kitchen after drinking and rinse the mug, putting it on the rack. “Seriously, flower girl! You got one chance to shag a billionaire, and you rejected it? Do you know how many girls would kill themselves for a night with him?” “What do you know about him?” I ask. Maisie shrugs. “Not much, but rumors have it he owns the biggest estate in L.A and runs a big empire.”

The casino would be his, no strings attached. Evan must be thrilled. In just three days, our wedding will make everything his. I’m the only Bennett heiress. The sole heir to my father’s empire. And he really thought I’d settle for being another name on his list? Just a pawn in his game? Sadness didn’t even stand a chance. Fury burned it out fast. A plan was forming—bold, reckless, the kind you don’t even dare say out loud. I was going to leave Evan. But not just leave.

The maids had informed them they preferred going with Serena. By the time they reached Estate 20, introductions were already done. The neighbors whispered among themselves. A group of elite, single ladies was gushing. “Oh, my god. He is so handsome!” “I know, my panties just broke!” “I heard he is a multi-billionaire.” “Too bad he said he is married.” “But who is his wife? He was probably joking.” “Yes, he also mentioned he has children, but he didn’t introduce any wife or children.” “But why buy a house with a playground if he doesn’t have kids?”

**ADRIAN** Adrian stood at the back of the ballroom, his champagne glass frozen halfway to his mouth. Heiress. The word kept repeating in his head. Heiress to the Ashford legacy. Not just some distant family member. Not just the daughter of a wealthy businessman. The heiress. The entire Ashford empire. Hotels. Resorts. Real estate. Investments spanning the entire country. And Kira was at the center of it all. Adrian’s hand tightened around his glass.