Love For Hire Married To A Hidden Billionaire Novels & Stories

The thought of the four hundred thousand meant for buying a house for Betty made Grandma Wright feel anxious. In her heart, Shirley was just a picked-up child who couldn't be compared to her own granddaughter, Betty. Even if Shirley got married, she still had to support her own family! Otherwise, it would be like raising an ungrateful wolf! As soon as Betty appeared, her eyes were glued to Keith. Why did he look better the more she looked at him? Every expression he made was excessively good-looking... Moreover, this stunningly beautiful man was also a billionaire heir of a prestigious family!

Jeru is also a mysterious person so no one knows. "Why do you know?" asked Anna. Flavio and Esteban looked at each other and suddenly fell silent. While they were still in the car, they talked and waited for many people to enter. Qwerty was talking inside. She is wearing a sexy back dress, next to her husband, Jayson. Jayson is a white american, Qwerty used to be poor but when he found out Anna got married. He also looked for a husband, he thought that Anna's marriage partner was rich so he found a rich man as well. All of Qwerty's luxuries are given by Jayson, but not everyone knows that despite Qwerty's beautiful clothes, a dark hand is holding him. Everything that Jayson wants, he gives.

Skyler was married to Mason Delgado the hidden billionaire so that man he saw Skyler with that time was the hidden billionaire? "Why are you still worried about Skyler? I thought you promised me that you would forget everything and focus on just us" Felicia's face was squeezed as she complained at him. "Yes I did promise to forget but Skyler is a real bitch! She made it look like I wronged her meanwhile she is enjoying the money of the hidden billionaire" Felix was really angry. He hated the fact that Skyler was out there with the hidden billionaire, enjoying a good life and having a certain career.

There was nowhere left for me to step back. Sir Alex trapped me completely by placing his hands flat against the wall on either side of my shoulders, enclosing me within his arms. I shivered even more at how close he stood. “You are not going anywhere from now on, Ms. Ramirez. You work for me now.... and I am not just some wealthy businessman. I am a billionaire,. and the head of a powerful mafia.”

“You’re a billionaire. You can afford it. After all you’re in charge of the company” “You’re pathetic.” I looked at him disgusted. “Maybe. But I’m also smart. You’ve got a lot to lose. A new life. A new girl. A fake marriage that’s starting to feel real.” He leaned in closer. “I wonder what she’ll do when she finds out the truth,” Ian said. “That you married her because she looks like Alice, your dead wife” I stood up. “I’ll transfer the money,” I said. “But stay away from her.”

he continued, his tone heavy with regret. I frowned, trying to absorb what he was saying. “Everything about the way you met her, it felt like she had planned it all,” he said bitterly. “From being your favorite dancer at the club, you even bought the club because of her. To her becoming your secretary during the day. And that picture she sent earlier of her father, you paid a huge sum to get him released from the loan sharks. And then one single slip up from you, and she got pregnant by another man.”

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top.

I stare at her for a moment, I really don’t, it’s been four days since the first story broke, the one that started this avalanche and four days of nonstop damage control, sleepless nights, and a reputation being dragged through the mud piece by piece, I don’t want to see anything else but this is work and ignoring it won’t make it disappear. “Show me,” I say finally. She hands me the tablet, and the video is already playing. “We have proof that, for selfish reasons, Mr. Derek Addams married Bella Abrahams to secure financial backing,” the entertainment news caster says smoothly, her tone laced with practiced neutrality. “The marriage, allegedly contractual, was meant to last four years, howe

Outside, the city blurred into night; inside, the car hummed with a quiet that broke only when a notification buzzed on Elena’s phone—an alert of headlines and speculation already forming online. She opened it with hands that trembled only slightly and saw the first of the morning’s angles beginning to take shape. Her breath caught when she read a line that had begun its life as a whisper at the table and now sat bold and hungry on the screen: *“Billionaire’s bride: business move or true love?”*

“Marriage? Elena, that’s insane. You can’t be serious.” “I didn’t make this up,” Elena whispered. Her voice wavered, but her resolve stayed firm. “It’s a contract. He was very clear—no love, no promises beyond appearances. Just one year, and everything will be safe.” Harper spun around, his fists clenched. At eighteen, he carried the stubbornness of youth and the desperation of someone who hated being powerless. “So what, you just give up your freedom, your happiness, your life—for me?”