Married A Secret Billionaire Novels & Stories

Nádia explained to him that his fiancée decided everything simple and without luxury, and no crowding, or media. Just the fury, he says everything he thinks. "By the Mariane gods!" What kind of a joke, is this? You practitioner want to marry me, in secret and that? Have you not thought of me? My mom didn't do anything, watching you do shit like that? I am Mariane billionaire, I am important throughout the USA. Here in Florida, I'm the best catch in the state! Mariane, I never wanted to get married! However, I will and as I am an important person, I cannot simply sign a simple paper in the garden of my house.

I collected it and let my eyes run through it in a hungry swipe. It was all bullshit. Everything they wrote was a lie. The blogger captioned it ‘The billionaire fiancé has a secret lover.” I had no idea how they got the picture, but it was a picture of when Derek was giving me the flower. “This is a lie!” I screamed, losing my reason to stay calm.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

The head of security was about to speak when I noticed people gathering at the big screen of the receptionist. I followed them wondering what was causing the ruckus and there it was, another piece of news to ruin my day. BREAKING NEWS, BILLIONAIRE AIDEN FRAZIER HAS REVEALED THAT HE SECRETLY GOT MARRIED TO A WOMAN WHO IS NOT HIS LONG-TIME GIRLFRIEND. THE SHOCKING NEWS HAS SENT RIPPLES THROUGH SOCIAL MEDIA AND THE BUSINESS WORLD, CAUSING MANY TO QUESTION FRAZIER'S PRIVATE LIFE AND INTEGRITY.

The way she was dressed and the way she moved in front of me made her very irresistible and tempting. She held my hand and led me into the space inside the heart-shaped roses. They were fresh and healthy. We just stood in there silently for a while as she looked around, smiling. "So, when will you tell me?" I finally asked. "My biggest secret?" "Yes," I replied, turning to look at her alluring face. We both faced each other with a considerable distance between us. "Hm. Okay. My secret is, I'm in an arranged marriage with a billionaire, and we have ten months left until we get divorced."

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

The one the bank was going to take in twenty nine days. My name was on it. Written in ink that was not yet dry. "How did you get this?" "I bought it. From the bank. For twice what it was worth." "Why?" "Because I need something from you." "Money? I do not have any." "Not money. A marriage." The word hung in the air. Heavy. Insane. "You are crazy." "Probably." "Get out." "Not until you hear the rest." I should have walked away. I should have called the police. I should have done anything except stand there with a deed in my hands and a stranger's eyes on my face.

I turned up the volume and leaned back in my chair. "Welcome back," the anchor said, shaking her head slowly. "We are following the story that has everyone talking today. Celestine Valancourt, the secret heiress who just married the world's richest man, Lysander Ashcroft, is at the center of a growing scandal. Reports have surfaced that she terminated a pregnancy just weeks after leaving her first husband, billionaire Kier Thornwell. Our panel is here to discuss. Let's start with you, Margaret. What do you make of this?"

His hand slid possessively across my back, fingers spreading just above my hip. “They’re all watching.” I forced my lips into something that resembled grace. Cameras flashed. Whispers rippled. The city’s wealthiest, most powerful families crowded the marble floor, champagne flutes in hand, waiting for the spectacle to begin. Inside, my stomach churned. Every step I took beside him, every nod to the smiling strangers, was a betrayal of the truth I carried in my heart. Ethan. My sweet boy. My secret.