My Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

"Feels good being the villain? Lol the whole world thinks Serena Collins is the heartless bitch who ditched her sick husband. Enjoying the spotlight?" "Come crawling back. Beg nice enough and maybe I'll let that loser Ethan out to play. Ha." He clung to the dual-personality act -- this persona he'd so carefully constructed -- deflecting every sin onto the phantom that was Axel. Casting himself as the helpless victim, tortured by a condition beyond his control. And I became the villain -- the cold-hearted wife who walked out when her husband needed her most. "James, it's Serena Collins." "That interview you mentioned -- the one about the challenges women face in modern marriages -- I've thoug

He was arguing with someone. His face was pale. Desperate. Terrified. And then she heard words that changed everything. Words she would never forget. "If Emma finds out what really happened," Daniel said, "we're all dead." The video abruptly ended. And Emma realized her husband's double life might be far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.

That was all. It wasn’t his money nor property I was after. I had enough of my own, my family inheritance digging much deeper into pockets than his — albeit Fred never knew anything about this. I was thankful then that I had never shared any of this information with him. He had no idea about the rich upbringing I came from… As much as I adored my husband, I knew Nancy was his first, true love. I had always known deep down it was his grandfather who pushed our marriage. The head of the Walker family. More of a contract to him, than anything.

‘ What those two incidents had in common is the key. ‘Well’, I gulped down my wine. ‘Then I was about to Marry a billionaire who was a Mafia Boss. Now, I am already married to one. I guess it was after our first night together that I realized we are going to be together for a long time.’ ‘A billion dollar cheque for your thoughts.” The deep voice interrupted my reverie. I glanced at his way. He in his PJ trousers. Leaving his bare chest for me to drool over. I pursed my lip.

"What did you imagine?" "Nothing complicated. You, painting something in a kitchen somewhere. Me, pretending to read while I actually watched you work." He almost laughed, low and rough. "I used to think it was pathetic, wanting something that small. I had every resource in the world, and the thing I actually wanted was that ordinary." "I used to wonder too," Hannah admitted. "Not as often as I probably should have. But sometimes, at dinners with Danny, I'd catch you across the table, and for half a second I'd forget which twin I'd married."

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.

It seemed this woman had successfully captured Bruce’s heart. Upon hearing Sharon’s name, Dean wore a lazy expression. “Mom? I’m asking. Where is Sharon?” “Sharon left, Bruce,” Aileen answered slowly, intentionally showing a sad expression in front of Bruce. “What do you mean?” Bruce asked anxiously. “She left with another man,” Dean replied this time. Bruce furrowed his brow. Sharon left with someone else? “That’s impossible! I don’t believe it. Sharon wouldn’t do that!” “But that’s what happened, Bruce. Sharon told us she grew tired of living a difficult life with you. Moreover, because of this accident, your legs are damaged. Sharon said she didn’t want a disabled and useless husband!” Ai

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

"On one hand, you show your deep love for Tessa, and on the other, you had sex with me behind her back. Does she know about this?" "And why do you live in the penthouse of the Twilight Club? Is it really because it's close to your Cosmos Holdings Group? No! It's because the Twilight Club is filled with women of all shapes and sizes for you to choose from, like a harem!" “Can you stop pretending to be so noble? Does Grandma really know what kind of person you are?" She let out all the words that had been bottled up inside her. She was furious. "You keep saying I have a strong agenda? Now I suspect that when you said you wanted me to have a child for the Robinson Family and then rushed to get

Robert’s face flushed red with anger, but Archer’s expression remained calm. “Even if Fifi never marries again, her family can support her for life. And even if we weren’t around, the shares she owns are more than enough for her to live comfortably forever.” “She could travel when she wants, go to concerts, take vacations. If she wants kids, she could adopt. If she doesn’t, she could pick a top university student, pay him, and—” Archer’s lips curved faintly, “—have a child of her own. Honestly, that sounds like a perfect life to me.”