My Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband の小説・ストーリー

Staying in his arms for a while, all I could do was cry my eyes out while Darren held and whispered sweet things about how I’m going to be fine. “My kids,” I started, I know now that I can trust him, “my kids are endangering my life but I don’t want to let go of them. They’re the only thing I have left of their father.” I finished as I rubbed my belly and Darren raised an eyebrow. “I’m having twins,” I cleared his confusion, “and I need to register for a treatment that might put me in debt forever. It’s all just overwhelming.” I finished as I sniffled and cried.

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.

He then sat down and covered his face with both his hands. "By tomorrow, I will be gone, and you won't have to see or experience the other side of my double life." Rake mumbled out of frustration as he relaxed on the couch.

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

Ethan Moore for years he had been Charlie's competition on becoming the richest billionaire in the country he hated picking up a magazine where his own achievements we're totally shadowod by Mr Moores but what made him despise Mr Moore was that any woman he ever seem to take an interest in was always taken and had their heart broken by him. But what pained him to the bone was that he had been engaged and on the day right before his wedding he had traced his fiance to bed moaning out her lungs as he almost broke the bed.His finger's sunk into his palm it was like he had come to exist as second best to that bastard. At that moment pascal spun the laptop screen in his face and he saw the latest

That’s when we decided to put our plan into action. However, my heart is heavy. I know that I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing that our happiness was built on someone’s grave… or rather grew in another woman’s womb and then snatched away from her…therefore Cara…woman to woman…take my advice and run!!! Don’t look back!!! Xander can be a very dangerous man and he would not spare you to escape with this truth, so don’t look back, don’t stop for a second…just pack up your belongings and disappear… P.S… the divorcé papers were fake. Xander is still a married man, a happily married man. My beloved husband…

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

The accusation hung there, raw and unavoidable. "This is my job," he protested, a weak defense against a reality they both understood. "This is the life we chose. The security, the future for the kids…" I wanted a husband!" she sobbed, her voice cracking. "My kids wanted a father! I didn't want a ghost in an-five-thousand-dollar suit who scares every time his phone rings! Who is she, David? Is she in Colorado? Is that where you stash her? The viciousness of the irony took his breath away. The "other woman" was a six-foot-two billionaire who was already in his penthouse, planning their remote weekend getaway. The truth was much darker and more complex than in her fantasy.

"Neither do I want it." "You’re not kidding anyone, Amelia," Joshua said with a bark of laughter. "Who in the world will be against having a little bit of extra money? Besides, I know all about you― your old man might not have been willing to share the news about his little family, but the tabloid magazines sure did. You have a rich ex-husband and an even richer fiancé. You’re practically rolling in dough right now!" "If you paid attention to the gossip magazines then you would’ve known that while I was married to my ex-husband, I was the sole breadwinner of the family," Amelia hissed. "I am used to working hard for some cash, not begging others shamelessly."