Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novels & Stories

Ethan Blackwood spotted with mystery florist wife at Claridge's. Sophie screamed so loud the baby started crying again. "OH MY GOD! YOU MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE BY MISTAKE?! ELISE CARTER, YOU LUCKY BITCH! AND YOU LEFT HIM?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!" "I didn't leave him because I don't love him! I left because he lied to me! He made me think he was poor! I worried about his salary! I saved half my sausage for him!" Sophie hugged her. "Oh, honey. He lied because he loves you. Rich men do stupid things when they are in love. My husband lied about his height and he's only 5'6. Your husband lied about £98 billion. It's the same."

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.

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."