Romans & histoires My Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

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.

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

I explained. “There next day I had the divorce papers sent to her, which she refused to sign so I took her to court. In court, while my lawyers began to question her, I learned that she had the incident which I experienced during my business trip, all set up to kill me. I’m only alive today because my bodyguard managed take down the assassin ,who she hired, before he could shoot me…if it wasn’t for my bodyguard I would have been dead and she would have inherited all my wealth, party her life away with my money, sleeping in my bed with a different man every night” I looked into her eyes to find sadness as I laid my past in front of her. “It didn’t end there. As time went on I learnt more and

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?

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."

known by all. And here this woman was, blushing and shyly declaring to everyone that this married man had spent a fortune casually to make her happy. Wasn't this, in every sense, a public admission of his infidelity? The wealthy crowd didn't seem shocked by his presence here, as if they had long known something I hadn't. So was the bankruptcy a lie? A deception spun by the world to me?

And the next morning, the love of my life moved into my deceased grandfather’s house with her fiance, who also happened to be one of my best friends. And I began to figure out a way to expose the fact that Dillon’s ex-wife was gaslighting his fiance and the love of my life, who also happened to be one of my best friends. Life is so crazy sometimes. Even crazier than Laura.