Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novels & Stories

The one the bank was going to take in twenty nine days. My name was on it. Written in ink that was not yet dry. "How did you get this?" "I bought it. From the bank. For twice what it was worth." "Why?" "Because I need something from you." "Money? I do not have any." "Not money. A marriage." The word hung in the air. Heavy. Insane. "You are crazy." "Probably." "Get out." "Not until you hear the rest." I should have walked away. I should have called the police. I should have done anything except stand there with a deed in my hands and a stranger's eyes on my face.

The once-secret marriage, now unveiled to the world, transformed into a celebration of love's ability to endure the twists of fate. In the quiet moments that followed, as the gala's echoes faded into the night, Victoria and Alexander stood in the garden where their journey had taken an unexpected turn. The mansion, once shrouded in secrets, now basked in the glow of genuine connection. The closing chapter of their story became a testament to the unpredictable nature of love – a journey marked by twists, shadows, and, ultimately, the triumphant embrace of redemption.

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.

As a couple they accepted John Dave because they knew and felt that the young man loved their daughter and that he would be able to protect Natalie if the two became lovers. Unexpectedly, the time is right for their daughter because John Dave is a billionaire. It was only the three of them who knew that the young merchant was a billionaire. He has no right to inform other people without John Dave's permission. Above all, it is the young man's life and he is the only one who has the right to claim his status. He let out a sigh of relief and now another day had passed as they finished work at the company and helped a client John Dave.