Novel & Cerita Married A Secret Billionaire

“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.

"Even though we know that your marriage to Jaxon was private, be careful. Because you're now the billionaire's secret." So this my first warning as the billionaire secret? This is my first warning as a billionaire wife?

"It's not them that want it secret, but I do. I'm not ready to get the spotlight, so I asked them not to say anything for the time being." Jenny narrowed her eyes at her. "You're weird. People usually flaunt their marriage, especially if they're married to billionaires. But you're the opposite." Anna could only let out a chuckle. It didn't bother her at all to find her accusations. "That's what makes me different from them." They talked for the next few minutes. It eased her mind because Anna could speak freely to Jenny. It turned out that having no secret was better than hiding it. But she didn't regret doing it, given her circumstances.

Pictures of top models hung on the walls. "You are not in any relationship are you? It's important I know that incase of any scandal regarding a man in future" Axella directed the question at Natalie, snapping her from her thoughts. Jean and Natalie both stare at each other. Nat let out a soft smile "actually I'm married" Jean wasn't as surprised as Natalie thought she would, Miss Axella on the other hand was shocked. "I hope he doesn't interfere in your career and he isn't a liability,who is he by the way?"

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

The simplicity of it shook her. “I won’t pretend this is romantic,” he added. “It’s strategic. Dangerous. Complicated.” He stepped closer, voice lowering. “But it’s also real. And I refuse to leave you exposed while the world sharpens its knives.” Amara closed the file slowly. “You’re asking me to marry you in secret,” she said. “To become your wife… without anyone knowing.” “Yes.” “And if I say no?” Dante met her gaze steadily. “Then I’ll protect you anyway. I’ll stand beside you anyway.”

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?”*

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.”

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?