Her Hidden Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

he mumbled on his way. Achilles also doesn't know if he will have time with his girlfriend again because his schedule is full until the holiday is over. Even if he owns the company and has billions of money that he can burn if he wants, he can’t just sit back and take it easy because he knows that there are so many people watching him silently and waiting for his downfall. “I’m just lucky that my family has old money. I need to climb to the top without anyone questioning my ability…” Before the start of their relationship, that was his goal and she understood it.

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

I couldn't help the tears that rolled down my eyes as I hurried from the exit. The cameras were running wild. Everyone wanted a glimpse of the supposedly dead heiress. They wanted a glimpse of Killian's wife. No one knew me. I'd been hidden all my life. No one knew me as his wife. They all knew his mistresses but I was the hidden thing. I was broken. I was lost. And finding out that Mr. Mystery man was my husband's father? I couldn't breathe. I fumbled with my keys as I neared my car, still shaking.

I could barely see their eyes through the shades, but their postures made it clear—they meant business. “Is this... normal?” I whispered to Stephanie when she came close enough to hug me. The entire scene felt surreal, something straight out of a movie. She chuckled softly, glancing over at the group. “Yes, girl. Your husband’s a billionaire,” she said with a wink, though I couldn’t shake my unease.

He looked at her with obvious eyes that he hoped he wouldn't bother because he would be destroyed. "Is your husband Congressman Joh?" Esteban asked the woman indifferently. The woman frowned because Esteban asked, obviously. "Your husband likes to hook up with rich people because he has lost interest in a husband like you." Everyone was surprised to hear from Esteban. Aurora Chu got even more angry at what Esteban said, she couldn't believe that an ordinary person would say that to her. "Who are you? This woman is my husband's partner!" he shouted. Aling Helya approached Esteban and pulled him.

I hated those words. "Then what is it?" "I'll explain." "When?" "Katya—" "When?" He took a breath. "Not yet." My heart dropped. "Not yet?" "I just need you to trust me." "I do trust you." "Then believe me." "I'm trying." My voice shook. "But you're making it difficult." He stepped closer. "There is no one else." "Then why won't you tell me what's happening?" "I'm not hiding another woman." "But you're hiding something."

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.”

Closer than anyone could know. I deleted my terminal history, logged out, and slipped silently back toward Julian's suite. The adrenaline was a toxic rush. I was trapped in a marriage based on a lie, and now a dangerous third party was about to expose the truth—not just about the heir, but about the very foundations of Julian's empire. I paused outside his door, listening to his harsh, commanding voice on the phone. Julian Thorne had powerful enemies. And by marrying him, I had just put my secret son directly in the crosshairs.

“You stepped out of nowhere, I swerved to miss you…” Her eyes flash. “Oh, I see what this is. You’re gonna blame me for insurance. Say the crazy pregnant woman jumped in front of you, right? Is this what you do? Are you an insurance scammer?” “What?” I stare at her. “You can’t scare me,” she announces. “My husband works right in there.” She points at Hale Tower. “He’s a billionaire. And if you try anything, his lawyers will bury you.” Billionaire? Okay… Well, my husband owns that place and half the rest of this city.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.