Novel & Cerita My Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband

"I'm not trying to compete with you. A wife having to argue with another woman over who's more loved is ridiculous enough already." "He stopped being the Liam whose whole world revolved around me a long time ago. My husband is gone. I have no interest in spending my life with a man who lives a double life." "You should go. And please don't come looking for me again."

Gosh! “I hope to get pregnant with this single shot!” I uttered, breathing hard. The floor sex even proved more enjoyable. This was just the beginning, I couldn't wait to try more wild adventures with my sexy, billionaire husband. He was just the right kind of man I needed to settle with for the rest of my life. I would regard myself as such a blessed woman.

The door handle turned. A voice brushed against my ear before I could even move. “Your husband wants you home.” Cold metal pressed against my neck. My blood turned to ice. And that stopped second, I realizedCharles had found us. “The world doesn’t need proof to hate a woman, it only needs a picture.” The title burned across every screen I passed. “Billionaire’s Wife Caught in Scandal: Secret Affair Exposed.” My name. My face. My life is all torn apart in a single shot.

Three years of marriage, and she still felt like a stranger in her own husband's life. Tonight was Adrian Blackwell's thirty-second birthday celebration. The Blackwell Estate was filled with influential guests from across the country. Business moguls, politicians, celebrities, and investors had all gathered to celebrate one man. Adrian Blackwell. The youngest billionaire in the city. The most powerful CEO in the country. And the man who had never truly been her husband. A soft knock sounded on the door. "Mrs. Blackwell?" a maid called respectfully. "Yes?" "The guests have arrived. Mr. Blackwell is already downstairs."

"I’ll miss you. When you return from your honeymoon, we’ll continue our adventure." Emma chuckled softly, neither rejecting nor agreeing. She simply slipped from his grasp with ease and strode into the bathroom, leaving Devlin watching after her with an unreadable expression. … Today was the most important day of her life. Emma couldn't afford to lose herself in pleasure and forget that fact. Standing under the shower, she recalled the day she threw herself into the arms of Duong Alden, the young heir of an empire that spanned luxury casinos, grand hotels, construction companies, and prestigious hospital chains.

"I miss you. When will you be back?" "I don't know when I'll be back in Los Angeles,"I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I lied to Ignacio. "This business trip has been so stressful and boring without you." Of course, I didn't tell him that the "business" I was referring to was my marriage to Cullen. Living a double life wasn't easy. It was going to be a challenge to keep up the act for the full two years of my marriage contract with Cullen. I'm Brielle, after all. I knew how to play this game. I've always been one step ahead of everyone else, even if it meant taking risks and playing dirty.

Anot her hit. "You are pregnant," he muttered in disbelief. "And yet you planned to divorce me. Were you planning to tell me about it?" he could not help but ask, looking at his trembling wife. Her silence provided the answer he was not ready to hear. He stumbled back at the revelation and closed his eyes as he held the report tightly in the palm of his hand. Anot her betrayal. First, her mother played with her emotion for her selfish whims, and now Allora. Why could not she see that I was trying to get her back? He screamed inside.

“It’ll be tricky, but we will just have to keep the marriage a secret. Luckily I have lots of friends who can help keep big secrets." He's such a smug bastard, but he's right. If he can live a double life as both Micah Mckaine, billionaire entrepreneur and philanthropist, AND Kingpin Kane, the most dangerous man in California, he can hide our marriage. "Trust me," he kisses my hand again. "He won't suspect anything. Especially if we are careful.” "I'm not going to lie," I shake my head, "but I don't think this is going to work. I have a terrible feeling that this is all going to sneak up on us and cause more trouble than it is worth."

Was it fair that he got to move on so easily, to find his ‘childhood love’ and look so genuinely blissful, while I was here, navigating this bizarre new life, filled with secrets and regrets? My heart ached with a strange combination of resentment and a deep, unexpected pang of something akin to jealousy. Not jealousy for Donald himself, but for the simplicity of his happiness, for the clear, unburdened joy he displayed. I realized that for all the wealth and power surrounding me now, for all the truth I had uncovered, I still felt profoundly complicated, burdened by the past. The pain of my failed marriage, the sting of feeling used, it all resurfaced. And also, the knowledge that I was a s

He had no one; no one to console him, no one to encourage him to man up and be strong. He was all alone, submerged in great pain, melancholy and heart ache and pitifully, he was wallowing in it all. It was unlike him. It was unlike the legendary Rowan Cannon, the first and youngest man to singlehandedly build an empire in his generation and also, the wealthiest, hottest and hunkiest young bachelor –no one knew he was married– in the society. He was every woman's fantasy, every woman's dream. He was not just who he was, he was not just the crème-de-la-crème in the high society. He was the society himself, the bluest of the blue, the second richest man on planet earth, right after a mid-sevent