Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Mga Nobela at Kwento

“No. I just pretended to surprise you.” I scolded him because they all knew he was just pretending and I was an idiot. “Ellie, can we start? Will you marry me for the second time?” I smiled. “Yes, of course, Keeion! I will marry you, again.” THE END -

I was surprised when he was reluctant to sign the papers and if my bodyguards didn't hold me back, I was ready to throw hands at that man. It wasn’t easy getting him to sign the papers, but, fortunately, he eventually did. We were a happily married couple for about three months; those three months felt like they were the happiest moments of my life, until the night Daniel Carter threw it all away, by cheating on me and they turned to my worst. As each day went by, I started to realize how much of a liar the bastard was.

For what I thought, I really did marry a billionaire and I accidentally Married to a billionaire and it's not just an ordinary billionaire but one who has many connection himself. Kahit na sabihin natin na fake ang kasal sa mata ng tao ngayon ay totoo ang mga nangyari. I can't just take this an easy situation because everything was involved. I don't want my personal life to be affected, especially to my family. I landed my helicopter to the rooftop of my mall, when my helicopter just reach the ground I saw my worker coming from my direction. They'll bow their heads. I slowly remove my helmets and the stuffs I wear. I smile when they approach me and help me remove them.

The clash was too shocking and surprising. He raised his voice, but still controlled. “now Listen carefully. I’m giving you a choice.” He pulled out a business card from his pocket and slid it straightly across the counter. It felt cold. Heavy. “Marry me. Sign a contract. Fourteen months. You’ll be entitled to three million dollars. No feelings. No attachment. Power and total control only.” What! I blinked at the card again and again, as though it were some dead joke which can never come Alive.

"And then when we saw it was you instead of Nathaniel, we didn't stop it. We thought it was better to let it go on than cause a scandal." Clarissa looked sad. "We never imagined it would turn into a real marriage. You two seemed to fall for each other so fast. We didn't want to interfere." I stood up and walked to the window again, looking out at the garden but not really seeing the flowers or the fountain. My mind was going over everything, the wedding day, the way Madelyn had looked when I lifted the veil, the way she had hesitated but then smiled at me. All this time she had been carrying this secret, married to me under Ava's name, thinking it was temporary at first.

“If I get your stamp and my husband signs it… it’s official, right?” He blinked, mildly surprised—as if women like me didn’t get married, let alone need a lawyer to end it. He glanced through the papers and nodded. “Everything’s in order.” A shaky breath left my lips. Zayne Ford, please, just sign it quietly. Let this end the same way our marriage began—without love, without witnesses. When I arrived at the Ford residence, the guards barely glanced up from their post. They never did. To them, I was invisible—a rumor in cheap shoes. The man they served had never once told them I was his wife.

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.”

His acquisition of three Silicon Ville unicorns had gotten him on the cover of Fortune. Even if I were Ethan's biological sister, I would not be worthy of walking into Zach's office. Chloe laughed too. "Come on, Summer. Be realistic. Billionaires don't marry for love. They marry for alliances and money. If Zach is going to get married, it will be to a senator's daughter or a European aristocrat. There's no way he'd marry you." She giggled. "If you want a rich man, at least make your story believable."

"Stop fidgeting. You're marrying into the Blackwell family. Do you know what that means for us?" Of course, I knew, how could I not have? The Blackwells were untouchable, wealthy beyond my imagination, and my mother's closest friend, Margaret Blackwell, was the one who arranged this union. It was supposed to be a dream, marrying a billionaire, sealing a future of lavish comfort. But it wasn't a dream; it was an arrangement. "I know, Mom," I said in a low voice, barely above the hum of my heartbeat.

"It's already done. The debt is too high. My dad found a benefactor to pay for Mom's treatments." "Well, that's great news, right?" He frowned, totally confused by why I was crying. "Why are you crying if your mom is getting saved?" "Because the benefactor is Lucien Knight." Jason froze. The relief on his face twisted into something ugly and sharp. "What did you just say?" "Lucien, your cousin," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. "He's paying for everything. But he made my dad sign a contract. I have to marry him, Jason."