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

"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.

It's been three months since Belle and Zayden got married and I have a house of my own but I can't even boast to my friends that my daughter is the wife of the youngest richest man in New York and the upcoming billionaire In America. Zayden doesn't want anyone to know, I never knew it would turn out this way. This is one of the reasons why I insisted on Belle getting married to Zayden. I want to prove a point to all my friends who think less of me, and flaunt their wealth in front of me, just to make me feel bad. But Zayden is stopping me. I know he will throw me out if I do things my way, I have nothing to do now than to succumb to his wish, till I have a better way to approach the whole hi

After all that had happened, they deserved to celebrate this victory. Reynold would have a normal life. Vilia was also satisfied that the person who had done her harm was now gone. Zean would certainly get a bonus and his dream vacation with the beautiful girls as a token of appreciation for his loyalty. Doctor Alvin was probably just happy. He was the one who had the least ambition about anything. As for Edward, he has managed to regain his true love in the pursuit of the Billionaire's secret wife.

"I wouldn't unless you want me to though." "Trust me, I won't," I mutter, taking the folder off the table and skimming through it. "What about paragraph four section two? It says something about a sexual partner? Won't that be complicated though? You know, since we'll be marrying and all." Marrying. That sounds so foreign on my tongue. I've never thought about it. Come to think of it, I've never thought of anything. If someone told me a month or even a week ago that I would be sitting here, discussing a contract with Xavier Danvers in order to lie to his family so I can afford a pretty penny, I would seriously laugh at that person… in their face.

Kat had a nice personality, but she was a Suzie-homemaker type. His thoughts drifted to Regina Jackson. She had mocha skin and short, dark hair with blonde highlights. He liked how her silky hair framed her round face. She was classy and attractive. The only problem with her was that she was married. However, Scott wondered how happy of a marriage it could be if her husband was willing to leave her alone in another state for three to four months. He wouldn’t let his thoughts go any further. He wouldn’t dare attempt to seduce another man’s woman because he knew all too well how that felt.

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.

Always for him. But he would never love her. That much was now very clear as daylight. "Do you worry that our marriage should not become public?" she asked, dabbing at her wet cheeks, "then don't you worry, Ronan. Nothing of such will ever happen. I can assure you," she said and raised her head like a flint, jutting out her chin in his direction. She had made her choice, no one would ever know of their marriage, because in a matter of days, their marriage was going to be over.

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?"

"If the marriage becomes public knowledge—through either of us—there's a trigger. Automatic dissolution unless both parties consent to continue within forty-eight hours. And... a financial penalty. For breach of confidentiality." Lila felt the air leave her lungs. "A penalty? How much?" "Ten million. Payable to you. But it voids any claim to ongoing support, shares, anything beyond that." She laughed—a sharp, humorless sound. "So either we stay married in secret forever, or I walk away rich but alone. Nice safety net you built there." "It wasn't meant to be used like this," he said urgently. "It was to protect you from fortune hunters, from my world swallowing you whole. I never thought—"

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.