My Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

Grey I'm standing in the living room of my second mansion, with my body seething with rage. I stare down at the phone in my hand, my grip tightening around it. The picture of my wife, Caroline, Callie, and me at the restaurant is plastered all over the internet. #Grey Grand, the Billionaire CEO cheating on his wife with her fraternal twin# #He’s a cold, cruel human being# # Cheating with her twin? That’s horrible#

"I try my best." I flop back against the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I can’t believe this. I can’t believe any of this. One minute, I’m living my life, happily engaged and planning my future, and now? Now I’m pregnant with twins and married to a billionaire. This is like some kind of badly written soap opera." "I mean, at least it’s entertaining." Emily nudges me. I shoot her a glare. "You’re enjoying this way too much." "A little, yeah." She smirks.

She smiled, nodding to me before pecking him on the chin and walking away. “I think your wife has no knowledge about the double life you're living.” “She doesn't know anything and it remains like that.” I scoffed. “Oh, it will. As long as you don't say a word about my dirty linens. You and your wife will be the happiest couple on earth.” I walked away. Whew, that was close. I walked back to where the others were waiting, grabbing the latest iPhone off the counter. Richard kept staring in my direction but I paid him no heed.

“Is the money going to be a problem? Because dear, I can assure you that I have done my research and forty grand is nothing compared to what you and your billionaire husband have.” Oh, boy, she did not have a clue. She had no idea that my billionaire husband had cheated on me with a girl that looked…that looked…okay, she looked great, but still, she was trash! And that I wanted nothing to do with him or his billions of dollars. In my name, I had a considerable amount, but that did not mean that I had to start giving out money to anyone that asked. I now had to be careful with my finances. “No…” I shook my head, flashing her a sad smile. “It’s not going to be a problem. Trust me. When do you

he admitted, his eyes locked on the floor as if unable to meet anyone’s gaze. "We were both so young, and I couldn't resist her. But I was already married to Rose. There was no way I could marry Jessica. I was the heir to the Kendrick family fortune, and it would have been a scandal—a disgrace—to have an affair and a child out of wedlock.

Her green eyes glinting with sudden excitment. And soon she engulfed me in her arms "oh god Meera, I have missed you. How have you been? How is your married life going on? But I thought you dropped out did you got re enrolled but that's not possible--" I looked at her as she bombarded me with her numerous questions. I giggled at her and shake my head i definetly have to stop her "well my husband is a billionaire, he can make everything possible and yes my narried life is going on fine" I lied the latter part.

"And who the hell are you?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at that bratty girl from head to foot. "Me? I'm James' wife," I said with full confidence. I saw Nathalie's shocked face. I winked at her and mouthed 'Trust me' The bratty girl and her dad took a few seconds to recover from their shock. "I didn't know that Mr. Feria is already married." The old man said. "We got married in the Philippines before I went here to the US," I said, which is true.

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

"You don't hide a lie in a number that's wrong. You hide it in a number that's too right." "How did you," Noah started, then stopped. "Three of them missed it. I missed it. You found it in ninety seconds, pregnant, sitting on a folding chair in a dress shop." "I used to do this for a company worth billions." The words came out before I could stop them, and I heard him catch the past tense, the used to, the billions, all of it. "A long time ago. In another life." He didn't ask. Grace must have trained him too.

I could barely see their eyes through the shades, but their postures made it clear—they meant business. “Is this... normal?” I whispered to Stephanie when she came close enough to hug me. The entire scene felt surreal, something straight out of a movie. She chuckled softly, glancing over at the group. “Yes, girl. Your husband’s a billionaire,” she said with a wink, though I couldn’t shake my unease.