Novel & Cerita My Husband The Secret Billionaire

She hugged him, burying her face in his neck, while Benjamim lifted her off the ground, ecstatic with the news. “You’re going to have another heir,” she pulled back and told him, “and this time with no secrets. No billionaire’s secret child.” He kissed her and tucked the paper into his pocket. Holding her hand, he walked her back to the car. While Adam slept peacefully, they returned to the road, with the whole world ahead, waiting to be explored.

“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?”

No sense in adding fuel to the already raging fire. “You’re lucky that I’m still in the office. I’ll have a report do you when you get back.” “Thanks.” I say before hanging up. There had to have been a damn good reason for a man to avoid seeing his wife after she’d nearly been sexually assaulted, beaten and nearly injected with fentanyl and none of them were good. Something tells me that we missed a few things when it comes to Alan and his inner circle and frankly, it’s about time I find out what’s really going on behind the face of that millionaire.

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

"You went dark. People notice when the CEO vanishes for days. I was... concerned." Lila caught the flicker in Victoria's eyes—something almost like regret. The woman who'd once worn Ethan's ring publicly, who'd graced red carpets on his arm. The one the tabloids had mourned when their engagement ended. Lila had always wondered if Victoria still carried a torch. Now she wondered if that torch had just been used to set everything ablaze. "I need to see the article," Lila said, voice steadier than she felt. Victoria pulled out her phone, tapped the screen, and handed it over. The headline screamed in bold: BILLIONAIRE ETHAN BLACKWOOD'S SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED: ARTIST WIFE HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT?

I picked up my phone with my free hand and opened Rowan’s contact. His matte black card was still in the drawer near the entrance, but I’d saved his number after the lighting issue was resolved. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, wondering if texting him now would make me look like a neighbor who desperately needed a new hobby. Then I typed. Me: [Next time maybe don’t give my son’s biography to a table full of billionaires.] I read it again. Then hit send. Rowan: [Noted. I’ll limit future disclosures to his position on robotics.]

The one who'd redefined me in countless ways and then gone on with his own life like it never happened. He's the very man I'd sworn I wouldn't see again after the night of our secret rendezvous. But it seems fate are having somekind of fiesta because right now am currently at his workplace, imagine how frusrated and scared I am right now because I just found out he's not just greek but also a billionaire... With no scandal attached to his name, he known to be a cruel but honest tycoon and marriage isn't something he wants to consider in the next twenty years... Yeah you heard me right!

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.