My Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

“But I am not. I have business. I have a company to run. Before I married you, I was traveling around. Now, did you expect me to stop traveling now that you and I are married?” She stared at me for a long time, then shook her head. “If you want this to work, you need to be truthful to me. You need to tell me that you’re not going because of this pregnancy.” “I’m not going because of the pregnancy. I’m going because of work. I’m a billionaire, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t have taxes to pay and I don’t have expenses that I need to make. Plus, I need to make money. I love making money, and it’s one of the easiest things that I can do.”

Chapter 6 Alexis I nearly fainted! I never thought Zac would pull off his mask and reveal his face. And, friends, it wasn't just my drool that flowed - my panty also fell off without me realizing it, haha! But that was just a joke! I was just being overly dramatic because of the shock. My knight in shining armor and the man with gray eyes is my Old Billionaire Husband! Shocking, right? "It's you!" Of course, I had to play it cool.

After everything after I gave you thirty thousand dollars for your brother you're sneaking around behind my back, using the money I gave you to fund your secret life…" "It has nothing to do with the money!" "Doesn't it?" He spun back. "You needed cash. Came to me. Got what you wanted. And now you're off living this double life while I'm here wondering if my own wife is cheating on me!" "Using you?" I couldn't believe this. "You think I'm using you?" "What else am I supposed to think? You take my money, live in my house, wear my ring…but you can't even be honest about where you go during the day?”

“We’d say that you have to sell your place, and it’s taken longer than expected to put it on the market. Also, we wanted to keep things as separate as possible until we were married and then still keep our living arrangements and relationship private.” “I live in a freaking duplex, and I rent,” I said sardonically. “I’ll think of something.” This is crazy. Of all the things I expected when I walked in here, marriage was not on the table. “You can’t pay me to be your wife! That’s…everyone would think that I got this huge bonus and a promotion for doing um…uh…doing inappropriate things with you!” I don’t mention how my constant defending him to people here would be a big red flag.

Harrison nodded, his eyes never leaving her face. Katherina took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "When you woke up," she said, "you thought that we were married. You thought we had been together for years. But that's not the case. We've never been married. We've only seen each other when I got into an accident and when we net at the mart one night." Harrison's expression was one of disbelief and confusion. "How is that possible?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

It’s because of car accident. My knees weakened so I sat down on a nearby couch. "I-I don't have a family anymore." The man did not speak. After I had processed in my brain the shocking things stated in the documents, I had another question I wanted to know. “How about my personal life? Do I have a husband?” He was silent for a long time and even swallowed it before answering. He couldn't even look at me. “No. You haven’t yet.”

Michael fell into step behind me, a silent shadow. “Get the car,” I commanded, my voice trembling with a storm of emotions I could no longer name. The cliffhanger was no longer about saving our family or clearing my name. It was about the annihilation of my own history. I was driving into the night to confront my shattered husband, not about the trauma I had inflicted, but about a secret he might have kept from me for fifty years. The foundation of our entire life together, the story we had told ourselves, was built on two buried bodies. And I was about to find out if the man I loved had been the one who helped me dig the second grave.

Or a one-night mistake. Sometimes... it begins with two stubborn people who refuse to stop choosing each other. And on my part... this love story started the day I seduced my own billionaire husband.

But before I could ask, the hotel manager's voice interrupted me. "Hey! You two in the ragged suits!" The manager walked over and kicked my knee in disgust. "You got lucky today. Mr. Thorne is throwing a birthday party for the young master here, and the kid loves these stupid dolls. Go in there, dance, make the little master laugh, and this hundred thousand dollars is yours." One hundred thousand dollars?! Alaric was thrilled; opportunities like this were rare. That was, until I walked in and saw my "bankrupt" husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.