Her Hidden Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

In an executive suite in the Glorious Hotel International, a man in his fifties and a girl in her twenties was talking, it was Peter and Claire Voltaire, the current first family in Kingston who took over the Hegar's place. "Claire, this young master is said to be the heir of a hidden wealthy family, in fact this hotel is only one of their property!" Peter said. Claire was shocked in her mind but felt sad in her heart. "Dad, I'm not the one to marry for wealth, you know that." In a calm voice said by her.

I had been tried, judged, and sentenced to this nightmare of a marriage. Three long years of silent dinners. Locked doors. Cold stares. No job, no career, no purpose. He wouldn’t let me work, destroyed every business I tried to start. Because he needed me dependent. Powerless. That was how he controlled me. How he punished me. He humiliated me, isolated me from everyone I loved, made me miserable all while perfecting the good husband act in public. To the outside world, I was his beloved wife who was very sick and hence could never appear with him in public. I had hidden it all from my overprotective billionaire father because I loved Luka just that much, so confident in my delusions that he

We fought for the longest till I let him have his way, I caved, succumbing to the waves of his thick tongue. He peeled away and stared at me, “I love you more,” he whispered. I sighed a breath of relief as I led him toward the bed. He fingered the buttons on my shirt and I ripped the shirt open, the buttons clattered to the floor, skittering into hiding afraid of what was about to happen. “The fifth shirt this week,” he chuckled, helping me ease out of the hand. “Well, I am a billionaire and I just signed that deal with that company.” He paused, “that company that rejected you because of the documents?”

“Because whether you like it or not, we’re in this together. And I won’t have you making decisions that affect Lily—or me—without telling me first.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “You don’t want me involved, remember? Just a wife on paper, wasn’t that what you said?” He took a step closer, his voice dropping. “Stop twisting my words.” “I don’t need to,” I shot back, the bitterness spilling out before I could stop it. “You’ve made yourself perfectly clear, Jack. So don’t pretend to care now.” For a moment, he looked like he might argue, but then his gaze flickered to the drawer where I’d hidden the letter. “What are you hiding, Stella?”

But, I just found out that my husband was the son of a billionaire. We have been together for months and he didn't even think of letting me know. How long was he planning on keeping the secret from me? I wouldn't even find out if not for the fact that I went through his phone. I was actually searching for his best picture to frame for him as a birthday gift but instead I discovered something shocking. Not even my boyfriend or a fiance, but my own husband was the son of a billionaire and I didn't even have the slightest idea.

"Take me out of here." Emma led Freda out of the estate after hesitating but nodding. Sophia was untrustworthy to Freda. However, it took her some time to figure out how to win this game. Freda came back to the penthouse to see the harm already done. Every channel carried the news. "The Secret Love Child of Business Mogul Williams Franklin Is Out!" "What Will Freda Lewis Do Regarding the Billionaire's Hidden Family?" Williams tightened his hands as he stood in the living room.

She could feel his gaze burning a hole through the emerald silk of her gown. She pushed through the doors and found herself back in the hallway, where the air was thinner and the light was too bright. She had looked her husband, the secret billionaire in the eye and survived, but the psychological weight of it was crushing. She wasn't just a mother from Port Haven anymore. She was a woman caught in a war between the Yates power and the Sterling greed, and the man she had once loved was the one leading the charge.

“Wow. You suddenly have the guts to talk because you went to Seychelles for a honeymoon with a multi-billionaire, right?” Maya’s brows tightened. “Nelly, must you always bring up the multi-billionaire? If you’re so pissed about it, then marry one. Oh wait—” she tilted her head, “you had your chance. And you blew it.” Nelly’s face wrinkled in anger. She turned sharply to Ethan. “Ethan, you know we were supposed to get married. You can’t just sit there and let your hidden bride talk to me like this!” Ethan didn’t even look at her. Just then, a black car stopped right in front of them.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

Complete, ringing silence. Then a laugh bursts out of me, harsh and loud in the empty room. It's not a happy sound. It's triumphant, greedy, vicious. A billionaire. My mousy little wife, the one who could barely look me in the eye, is a fucking billionaire. And she hid it from me. All those years. The jealousy evaporates, replaced by a blazing, glorious greed. This changes everything. She's not just my wife. She's my fortune. The man on the phone is still talking. "...means if we target the company, we're targeting her assets directly. It's a much bigger lever against Sotheby. He married her for her money, obviously. Ruin that, and you ruin him."