Novel & Cerita My Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband

yet again, her words were like a bomb, brutally ripping my heart into a million tiny pieces. I should have known. He was really seeing someone despite still being legally married to me? Nichole has been his mistress this whole while, and he made me donate my blood to her constantly not stopping to care about my health. He cared about her that much. "Why would you do this to a fellow woman? Have I wronged you?" My lips quivered uncontrollably as I spoke.

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

"Are you kidding me right now?" "No," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I wish I was." I wish everything will just rewind back to where I haven't met Hardin. "You're married to Hardin Devante? As in, the guy who made half the table stop chewing in fear just by walking into the restaurant?" "Yes," I said through clenched teeth. "Since when? How? Why?" "It's... complicated," I muttered. Rachel leaned in, eyes wild. "Luna, there are student loans that are complicated. Dating someone your parents don't like is complicated. Marrying a billionaire and not telling anyone? That's—you're living a double life."

she breathed, stunned as if she had just seen a ghost. Anna turned to her, brows scrunching together. “Who is he?” she asked, genuinely lost. Her gaze flicked back to him—drawn helplessly to the way his smile curved, lazy and confident, like he owned the air around him. She snapped her attention back to Naomi. “Well? Who is he?” Naomi inhaled sharply, as if bracing herself. “He is a billionaire tycoon, Anna.” Anna blinked. “…Okay, and?”

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

I could only hear the ticking of the clock. “I’m sorry…” I let out a small, breathless laugh. “Did you just say billion?” “Yes.” I shook my head slowly. This had to be a mistake. Recently, I was begging my husband not to leave me and today… “You’re saying I’m… a billionaire?” I whispered. “Yes, Mrs. Debbie.” Nothing felt real anymore. Not my marriage. Not my pain. Not even this. I looked down at my hands. They were still shaking but something else was there now. Something new that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Control.

This was a lot to take in. "Why don't you like your marriage? He's the Maxwell Jones. Popular billionaire. He's charming, hot and sexy. What more can a woman want?" I queried. And what was in it for her? "My marriage to Maxwell wasn't exactly planned, Bella. It was an arranged marriage. I love Maxwell but he treats me like shit. I can't go a day trying to be his wife without receiving one form of insult or the other. I don't-" "Is he abusive?" I cut her off as she spoke. I wasn't gonna be a part of that. I've heard enough stories.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

Everyone was happy except the two of us. Lexus who was in front of me didn't speak. He doesn't want to, does he? Because come to think of it, how will our lives be? How can we live with each other? We don't even know each other very well. They both congratulated us. I just smiled. But somehow I felt relief that he was the one I would marry. At least our family knew each other. And…. Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.