Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novels & Stories

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.

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.

How had her life spiralled this far out of control? A few months ago she was struggling to survive and stay out of trouble. Now she was three days away from marrying Max Hult. The thought still sounded absurd in her head. She slowly opened her eyes again and glanced around the large room. Boxes of clothes, shoes and jewellery still occupied one entire side of the room. More kept arriving every few days like Max was determined to drown her in luxury whether she wanted it or not. Mia still remembered the shock she felt the first time she saw the amount of money written in the contract.

"Sometimes they're the same thing." We drove back toward the ranch in silence. My mind raced with everything that had just happened. The vows. The kiss. The rings on my finger that felt foreign and heavy. "We need a story," I said finally. "For my family. They're going to ask questions." "We got married in New York three months ago," Simon said calmly. "Small ceremony. Just us. We were keeping it quiet because of Carl. But now that he's out of the picture, we can be honest."

“You’re a billionaire. You can afford it. After all you’re in charge of the company” “You’re pathetic.” I looked at him disgusted. “Maybe. But I’m also smart. You’ve got a lot to lose. A new life. A new girl. A fake marriage that’s starting to feel real.” He leaned in closer. “I wonder what she’ll do when she finds out the truth,” Ian said. “That you married her because she looks like Alice, your dead wife” I stood up. “I’ll transfer the money,” I said. “But stay away from her.”

I hated even more that on some level, he wasn't wrong. Brandon had already gutted me emotionally and financially, and if I wasn't careful, there wouldn't be anything left to salvage for myself "Let's say, for a second, I even considered this insane idea" I said "Why would I ever marry you? You're Croft. Your family is the reason my family's gone or have you forgotten that little detail?" His smile faltered slightly but his eyes never left mine "Rumors. That's all they are Thalia. Do you think if I had anything to hide, I'd invite you into my life like this? If you marry me you'll have access to everything. My business. My finances. My world"