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Not even my boyfriend or a fiance, but my own husband was the son of a billionaire and I didn't even have the slightest idea. I saw pictures of him together with his family. I could recognize the person I assumed was his father. He was a billionaire and was well known, and his mother was a popular fashion designer that I had been dying to work with, and my husband knew that. He knew that I admired her work and wished to work with her but he never thought it was worth mentioning.

She didn't know what to do. Katherina knew she couldn't leave Harrison alone, not in his current state. She called a taxi. The security guards were hesitant to let Harrison go without getting some more information about him. "How are you related to him?" one of them asked Katherina. She hesitated, unsure of what to say. Katherina's words came out before she could even think about what she was saying. "He's my husband," she said, her heart beating fast. She knew it was a lie, but it was the first thing that came to her mind.

How my parents made a pact with Adrain's parents and how they told me, and that am also getting married in two weeks. "You're getting married to Adrain Stone?" She looked at me like have grown two heads "Um... yeah?" I wonder why she was freaking out about him instead of the fact that am getting married. "You mean the hottest and most successful billionaire? The second richest man in America, Japan, Dubai, new Zealand and many more?" She asked already in a usual excited mood. I'm glad she's okay now but what is she ranting about "Don't tell me you don't know. Haven't you seen the news" she asked shaking me by my shoulders

But as my eyes looked into the room my heart stopped altogether in the middle of my chest. Sitting behind the desk was none other than my husband. His eyes bore into mine, a stoic and passive expression etched on his face. “Mr. Scott, the ladies from Walvern Media are here,” Jennifer announced. Miles Scott. Oh, my God. How had I been so dumb? How could I have not put the pieces together all this time? They had been in front of me the entire time. My husband, whom I had just met yesterday, was the richest man in America and the 8th richest in the world.

“They have lived in the States for a long time because of the wishes of Cyfer and Cyrille. Señor and Señora gave them because they also handle businesses there. This family is so rich.” Gosh! With so much wealth maybe, they no longer have a problem with how to make money. The only pro-problem-in they have is where they will spend their wealth. Arya invited me to come to where Uncle Cora was. We said goodbye to the organizers first before walking closer to the door of the mansion. “I've been looking for you before. Where did you go?" Uncle whispered immediately when he noticed us next to it. "We helped prepare the venue, Uncle," said Arya.

She opened her phone and tried to turn off her notifications, but she saw an unusually eye-catching comment in the comments section. "Only a fool would believe that Caroline's husband is a rich heir like Mr. Sorkin. Do you still not understand why she never reveals who her husband is?" Someone replied, "Do you have the inside story?" That person replied immediately, "Of course, Caroline's husband is a driver. I've seen him pick Caroline up from work more than once." "No way. Although Evans Group has fallen, Caroline's ex is the heir of the Morrison family. It's impossible for her to marry an ordinary man, right?"

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter

"Since you're dating a hockey guy, you might know my husband's brothers, Mark and Jake. Tobias is older than them, and they don't share the same surname, but you might know the name Ford from the hotels?" "Oh-my-god!" I exclaim. "You're married to the CEO of Ford Hotels And Resorts! Tobias Ford is your husband!" She blushes, but I can see the pride in her eyes. "That's right. I'm very proud of Tobias for his achievements." I'm baffled by this news. A girl my age is married to an actual billionaire. Jesus Christ. I continue cleaning, but damn. I should make friends with Hannah and ask her how she charmed a billionaire into making her his wife. With her tips, Logan will be more than the guy I'

The Quinns took a fancy to Vanessa the biological daughter of the Lawson family. However Vanessa, was not interested, love made her a blind fool as she fell for Francis Woods and refused to marry the young master of the Quinns family Leonardo Quinn's. Leonardo Quinns was the most eligible bachelor in New Haven, a god in business but unfortunately he was involved in an accident that led to him being crippled. Every one in New Haven believed he has lost the ability to function as a man should causing all the daughters of prominent families to turn their heads away as none wanted to live the life of a widow and be childless. Ever since the accident His already bad temper became worst his servan

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa