Hidden Billionaire's Secret Bride Novels & Stories

Kiara loomed over his shoulder, reading the content on the screen. *CEO’s Hidden Marriage!* *The Biggest Secret of the Mightiest CEO!* *Viaan Adams and His Secret Wedding!* *Who is the Secret bride of the Mighty Billionaire?* *Hunter Brown: The Businessman of The Year!* *High Voltage Drama at Businessman of The Year Award!* *Twist at the Event: Hunter Brown Takes the Prestigious Award Home While Viaan Adams Gets Disqualified at the Last Moment, Courtesy of the Sudden Revelation of His Secret Marriage!* *Why Does the CEO of Adams Corps Keep His Marriage Under Wraps?*

I didn't know if it was Damien or Gloria and I was too afraid to ask. I unpacked my one bag. It took four minutes. My things looked small and apologetic inside the enormous wardrobe there are two three dresses, two pairs of jeans, a cardigan I'd had since university, my good coat. I pushed them to one side and closed the wardrobe door and sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress received me like a sigh. I had been awake since four in the morning. I had made a wedding bouquet, attended a wedding, been the bride at that wedding, and was now sitting in a billionaire's penthouse in Vivienne's dress with a ring on my finger that wasn't meant for me.

"Why are you so worked up about it? She's not even your fake wife yet. And you don't find her hot while I do. So it won't be a big deal if I ...." "Don't even complete those words if you don't want to see your teeth on the floor" I told him. Derek burst out laughing. "Fine. You can have her all to yourself. Good night brother!" Derek said and swaggered out of my room. I frowned and took a big gulp of the wine. That woman Carmen is just my fake wife. She's a woman I am hiring to play the role of my wife because I need to be on the list of the richest men in the world this year. Nothing more...

However, our visit here to the Billion Dollars V today, a renowned and elite fashion house, truly made me experience a whole new level of special treatment. It was no secret that I was going to marry Aiden, a scion of one of the wealthiest families and also a self-made billionaire in the world. Such a union naturally called for a wedding dress befitting my new status as a billionaire's future wife. The fashion industry was abuzz with rumors about the exclusive design being tailored just for me although, this was an in-house discussion among the fashion industries once it was heard that Billion Dollars V was working on a secret wedding dress.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

"You will never, ever ask me about my past before this agreement. And you will never set foot in the small apartment I live in now." Julian Thorne stared at me, a fascinating mix of annoyance and dawning intrigue in his eyes. He hesitated, clearly sensing the massive secret that lay just beneath my request. Then, with a curt, decisive nod, he answered. "Agreed. Now sign." I dipped the expensive pen into the ink. There was no turning back. I just sold myself to the one man in the world who could destroy me, all to protect the one thing he already owned. My name is Evelyn Reed, and I just married the father of my secret child.

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

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

She kept switching her gaze between him and Esteban, then she felt as though she had been doused with cold water when she realized what was happening. ‘Isn’t he the one who bid for 300 million dollars last night? He’s Harold Lopez, the one who won the Casa Valiente!’ Everyone in the auction site knew that only a representative attended and purchased the Casa Valiente. She was suddenly nervous when this man handed Esteban the bank card. Though confused, she guessed that Esteban was the mysterious buyer of Casa Valiente—the enigmatic heir everyone in Laguna Highlands was curious about. Levy Reyes’ legs trembled, and she could feel her heart beating faster. This man’s identity was so mysterious

I wanted to know what he had been hiding from me. And perhaps, just perhaps, I wanted to know whether the quiet man I had married was more powerful than I had ever imagined. I stepped into the hallway. The resort was already beginning to come alive. Guests moved through the corridors. Staff hurried around carrying luggage and trays. I adjusted my sunglasses and walked toward the exit. Three million dollars sat inside my account. Adrian had chosen Serena. Again. But I wasn't going to let that ruin my morning. I had money. I had beauty. I had my husband waiting somewhere ahead of me. And perhaps I was about to discover that my husband had something far more valuable than money. A secret. I smi