Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After 소설 & 이야기

Dawn pointed out, turning her attention away from her best friend and back to her computer. "You're married to a billionaire, you should be in luxury right now, not working your butt off for fifty thousand bucks every month" "Millionaire" she corrected "David is a millionaire and keep your voice down will you" Becky shrugged and spun her chair around "Millionaire, billionaire it all sounds the same to me. My point is, if I was married to a millionaire I'd be in the Bahamas right now, sitting on the beach and getting my spa treatment done"

In that tacky, over-the-top bedroom they called "fancy." But... wasn't she dead? "Mom, there's no way I'm marrying Damian Cross! They say he's hideous, cruel, and hates women! Who knows how I'd end up if I married him!" "I'm the medical prodigy of Meridian City! I'm destined for greatness—why would I waste myself on some powerless, ugly nobody? If I marry anyone, it'll be the future heir of the Cross Consortium!" A shrill voice pierced through the air from downstairs.

It was completely new. "Our first marriage was built on a contract," Zyran whispered, his voice shaking. "It was built on secrets and pride and a divorce paper hidden in a safe. I don’t want that marriage anymore." A hot tear spilled over my eyelashes. "I want a real marriage," Zyran vowed fiercely. "I want to stand in front of the world and promise to love you, protect you, and put you first every single day. I want to do it right this time." He took the ring out of the box and gently took my left hand.

How dare he scrutinize me after that I’ve done all of this for him? I’ve nearly sacrificed my entire youth waiting for him. I sat in the back view and watched him marry Jessie, watching the way he smiled at her the way men smile when they have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Jessie was Jeffrey Adler’s daughter — everyone whispered it like a blessing, like a pedigree stamped onto a paper ribbon — and I watched as the world rearranged itself around that name. For me, though, the ceremony was a different kind of ledger: it was a clean accounting of what I had been, and what I would never be to him.

Michael stared at her, unblinking. “…What?” Vivian grinned. “Marriage, Michael. You know, ‘I do,’ some cake, a wedding dress—” Michael cut her off. “Yes.” Vivian’s mouth opened, then closed. “Wait. What?” “Yes,” he repeated. “But in secret. No one can know.” Her eyes widened. “Ooooh, a secret marriage. How mysterious. How scandalous. How—” She gasped, clasping her hands together. “Are we having a forbidden romance?”

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

The one that stuck the most was shock and confusion. “What? That’s not possible. Lura would never do something like that! And besides, she’s broke and her family name is all full of dirt right now so how can she get getting married? To who?” He whined while I just smiled. "To Zane Ashford," I said, watching the name land like a grenade and though I knew he’d definitely know such big name, I still decided to let out the full gist for effect. "He’s a billionaire and the heir to an empire that makes Vanes’ look like a lemonade stand. And more importantly, he’s my man, or he was, until that little charity case moved into his house and stole him from me.” I let out while his jaw tightened.

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.