Novel & Cerita Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

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

Legalese, provisions, timelines. "It's real," he stated flatly. "I don't get it," she whispered. "Why me?" Caelan paused. Then sat across from her, his elbows on his knees. "Three reasons," he replied. "First, I have to be married by the end of this quarter. It's part of a trust I'm trying to access—one that will decide the fate of a very big merger." Elira blinked. "And…?" "Second, I require someone who isn't a socialite, or in the tabloids, or trying to make it to the top of my world. You're clean. Invisible. Private."

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

No excessive lace, just a classic cut with an elegant silhouette. "You look beautiful," the soft voice of an old maid who was helping to tidy her dress sounded behind her. Hazel tried to smile, though her face couldn't hide the pain. "Thank you," she whispered. But inside, there was a turmoil she couldn't suppress. This wasn't the dream wedding she had imagined as a child. No happiness, no love, no sweet promises of a lifetime together. Only the biting cold reality.

Sophia forced herself to remain calm until the men finally left. Only after closing the door did she release the breath she had been holding. For a moment, she simply stood there in silence while staring at the pile of unpaid bills resting on the table. The weight of everything suddenly felt unbearable. SOPHIA MILLER never imagined that one wrong door would ruin the life she had spent years trying to hold together. The rain outside poured heavily against the dark streets of Manila, turning the city cold and restless by midnight. Inside the club, however, everything remained alive—dim lights, expensive liquor, loud laughter, and people rich enough to waste money like it meant nothing.

“I know why you married me.” Ava frowned. “What are you talking about?” Ethan let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Let’s not pretend, Ava.” Her stomach twisted. “You married me for my money,” he said bluntly. The words hit harder than anything else. “You saw a billionaire, and you took your chance.” Ava stared at him, stunned. “What…?” “I was just a means to an end,” he continued. “A way out. A way up.” “That’s not true—”

he said smiling at me before stretching his hand as he got up nearing me. I was being swept away into marriage by a rich billionaire in his luxurious limo. The man has bodyguards waiting for him outside plus a chauffeur. This was the life most girls dream of. A rich, handsome man declares his love and you are head over heels in love, you marry, have children live in a mansion happily ever after.

The Door opened again as the young lady got into the car. "I said No!" Mr. Gregy looked at the daughter. "I'm leaving!" The Secretary drove off not minding the third person in the car. "Dad, Think of it this way. What if he wants something from you? From what I've heard from you, he is a young man. Maybe he is looking for a partner!" Vera leaned on the sit and tried to explained. "No! You can choose to marry anybody but not him" "Why?!" Vera raised her eyes and asked.

Anna replied flatly. Marcella laughed mockingly. "Oh, cousin. I know you're just saying that. Deep down, you're still hurt, and you regret marrying him. I know how much you envy me... because I'm about to marry a rich man, and when that happens, I’ll make sure you’ll be picked up from the gutter!" Corinne had heard Anna mention this before, but as far as she remembered, the man who sent the gifts never actually mentioned which Lazaro family member he was going to marry.