Novel & Cerita Married A Secret Billionaire

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

He stopped as he realized what he’s saying. I hung on to what he wanted to say. “I’m your… what?” I tried to look him straight in the eyes but he immediately avoided it. He can’t look at my eyes directly. “You’re invited here‘ cause you’re my personal assistant, remember?” It was swallowed. Ay! The beauty of being the personal assistant of this billionaire. Are the benefits of a personal assistant this great? Included in this big event, there is a free dress, sandals and necklace from her!

"Let's act like real husband and wife and if you hate it that much, we can get divorced in six months instead of one year." Amelia's eyes widened. Six months closer to freedom, and she could do whatever she wanted. She could travel around the world to see places she had only seen online. She could be free to fully research whatever her parents were talking about. She could meet Vold. God knows she wanted to meet Vold, but her marriage was a secret. She doesn't think she could keep it from him that she was married to Michael Afonso. "What do you say, Amelia? Do we have a deal?"

And this is what I get? “Jennifer,” I was still hyperventilating in anger when I felt his hand on mine, trying to calm me with his warmth and soothing voice. I closed my eyes, feeling hot tears starting to well around them. “Jenny… I know someone who can help you. His name is Lewis Michaels and he is the youngest billionaire in the industry.” I started shaking my head. “He for sure can help you, darling.” I opened my eyes and tears went down from it.

She had not even changed out of her wedding dress. It was not until the man had taken a shower and exited the bathroom that realization had struck her. She was going to spend the night with this man as a newlywed. However, she had no idea how to interact with him. What was more, she had gotten married as a substitute. She was the illegitimate daughter of a rich family, so she had married this broke man in place of her elder sister—just to fulfill a marriage pact made by the last generation of the two families and receive a substantial amount of money.

She had no idea what storm she had just walked into. “Elena,” I finally said, my voice steady but weighted. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Her fork clattered softly against her plate as she looked up, startled. “W-what is it?” I leaned back in my chair, folding my hands together. “The man you married today… the one you were told was nothing more than a poor nobody” I paused, watching her chest rise and fall quickly. “That was a lie. I am Adrian Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood Empire. CEO of the largest conglomerate in this country.”

that were beginning to well in the corner of my eyes. It was incredible hearing someone sing me this much praise. “No Naomi, please let me continue. I will be the happiest man on earth if you allow me to properly love you and prove to you that you are worth loving. Please give me a chance to make you experience every form of love. Miss Naomi Mitchell, will you marry me?” Awns rang out throughout the restaurant. Although I expected the question when he dropped to his knees, I did not expect it to hit me like a train. I stared at him for a while, unsure of what to say. Getting married to Scott was a huge step for me. I haven't learnt to love him, my heart still belonged and longed for Justin.

The storm broke on a Sunday morning. Amara woke to the sound of her phone buzzing nonstop on the nightstand. At first, she thought it was another of Ethan’s calls, another shadowy taunt. But when she picked it up, her screen flooded with notifications: texts, emails, headlines. Secret Marriage, Hidden Child, Corporate Betrayal?” “Who is Amara? From unknown writer to billionaire’s secret wife.” “Noah-The Heir Nobody Knew About.” Her heart stopped.

I had finished dinner, and was watching a show, when he came in. “I saw your messages,” he said as he walked into my room. He was still in his ash-coloured jacket and white shirt, his hair neatly combed back as if he had just left the house. A few strands lay across his forehead. He slid his hands into his pockets, his face unreadable as he strode toward me in slow, calculated steps. I still found it unbelievable that this billionaire was now my husband. “You’re welcome. I knew you’d love it. Besides, you now carry the Ellison name— you should look the part. They’re the sort of things you signed up for.” He sat beside me on the bed, close enough that I could smell him.

I had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?