Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novels & Stories

She had worn the 4,000-dollar wedding dress, so expensive that her heart ached over it. It was not like now. She could afford a 400,000-dollar wedding dress as long as she wanted to. Zephyr pulled out his phone. There was a video clip he treasured. Her smile was carefree and pure in the video, like a fairy in the worldly realm. Her voice was sweet and exuberant. “I vow to love my husband no matter what he becomes! “Hmm… even if he becomes fat, ugly, old and stupid, or bald and plump, he’s my husband, now and forever. I’ll stay by his side eternally and not abandon him!”

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

He walk away from me like I wasn't his wife. However, he is right. We might be married but he would never love me. For him, what we did was just a ordinary s*x and not making love at all. For him, I wasn't special at all. But for him, I am willing to risk it all. Matthew won't never love me. He can't show me to the world and proudly says that I'm his wife. Cause I am Tyra Louise Skyler-Grey, the billionaire's secret wife.

"Half a month? 50 million? Caroline, you're really like one of those princesses in fairy tales who think that the world revolves around them." "Just tell me if it's a deal." Caroline looked directly into his eyes, her gaze firm. It was actually Eddy's first time seeing her so resolute. His heart inexplicably skipped a beat. He averted his gaze hastily and said, "Caroline, you know what it is I want. We really don't have to make things ugly. As long as you marry me and give your kidney to Layla, she will live a healthy life. You just stay out of our business and be a good wife on paper, then you'll spend the rest of your life without worry. It’s just that you're so hell-bent on marrying a pen

They wanted grandkids more than anything. Audrey’s dad also came around in the end. After the accident, he realized how crazy Anthony Cavanaugh was. He’d rather have Audrey never marry anyone and be happy than marrying a psychopath like him. Audrey did get married at the end though. She married both Killian and Caspian, not legally, just ceremoniously. They didn’t need a piece of paper to tell them who they are. They weren’t going to follow what the world says they need to be. They just did whatever they want to. Why? Because they could.

“I made it quite clear to the consultant that we were not to be disturbed.” “Then we don’t have anything to worry about,” she said in a sultry voice, and leaned in to kiss him. He tilted his head back in anticipation of the kiss, but she stopped just before her lips met his. “You don’t have anything else to tell me, do you? Secret marriage? Bodies in the backyard?” “I’m afraid that I am alarmingly dull,” he said in a dry voice. “No kids. No wives. No bodies in the backyard.” His hands rubbed up and down on her round ass through the seat of her jeans. He loved her curves. She was so damn sexy and vibrant.

Dante has a habit of always updating his wife on what is happening in their business. He did not confide in his wife about his discovery of a John Dave Fermindoza. For him, his daughter is lucky because someone who loves her is a secret billionaire. It's a good thing because they taught their daughter to be proud of low profile people especially when his personal life is unknown so John Dave proved that he is not judgmental. The couple ended up bonding on the patio of their house. They should have called their daughter, Natalie, so they could go inside. She had already stood up from the swing near the swimming pool.

Today, the eldest lady of the Blue Family was making a fuss about the scene of killing herself and the prince of the Silver Family who was forbidden to see his grandfather. Tomorrow, it's Helena who got slapped in the face by her father. And someone from the Armstrong Family reveals their secret. The day after, it was revealed that Miss Blue might be pregnant and the biological father of the child was unknown. Three days later, the Blue Family was going to marry off their daughter. But not knowing who to marry, and then came the refusal of marriage from the Silver Family, claiming that Scarlett was also someone else's whore, and so on. Because of this explosive news, the skies of New York Ci

he murmured, his gaze sweeping over my face as if looking for signs of rebellion. I pressed the pen down, the dark ink bleeding into the pristine paper. The moment the loop of the 'd' was complete, a sudden, horrifying thought struck me: I was married to him. Not in love, not in truth, but legally bound to the one man who could ruin me simply by remembering my face. I slid the contract back to him. Julian didn't even look at it. He picked up his phone, his granite eyes already moving to the next task. "The transfer for the ten million dollars is initiated. My legal team will handle your family's creditors. You will move into the penthouse tonight."

"You—what? Oh, Allie, this is rich. If Liam Hart is your husband, I’ll throw myself off the top of the Empire Tower." Ava and Scarlett exchanged wide-eyed glances, their disbelief evident. "Allie… are you serious?" Scarlett whispered. "You’re married to Liam Hart?" "Yes," Allie confirmed, her voice steady. "And before you ask, no, it wasn’t some scandalous affair. We’ve been married for a while now." The weight of her words settled heavily in the van. No one spoke. No one even breathed. Vivian finally shook her head, regaining her composure. "Oh, this is hilarious. At best, you’re his dirty little secret, and