My Husband The Secret Billionaire 소설 & 이야기

“Yes. Our relationship just got a little stale. That happens with married couples after a while. I know that we can get that spark back if we work on it.” Regina wasn’t sure how to take his comment. Yes, he loved her, but there was a but in his proposition. “Is it that guy? Is that why you are hesitating?” “What guy?” “Regina, I saw online last week that you were dating a billionaire in Florida. I know I don’t have that kind of money, but at least my profession doesn’t put you on a gossip blog,” he said with a smirk. Regina tried to smile back, but she couldn’t. It was Scott. She was crazy about him. She had started to fall for him. However, was the man that she had spent over three months w

“You didn’t like the privilege? You can ride the elevator alone. Without your bullies.” I rolled my eyes and was about to press a button when he held my hand. “Uh uh! You’re now my secretary, remember?” “Rogue!” He winked. “I know you’re tired, babe. Don’t be so grumpy.” My eyes widened when he said that just as soon as the elevator door slid open and the people standing in front of the elevator stood frozen in front of us just because of what he said. Rogue smiled and intertwined our fingers together. “My wife is so fcking cute when angry. But I prefer you smiling sweetly, baby.”

"It's not them that want it secret, but I do. I'm not ready to get the spotlight, so I asked them not to say anything for the time being." Jenny narrowed her eyes at her. "You're weird. People usually flaunt their marriage, especially if they're married to billionaires. But you're the opposite." Anna could only let out a chuckle. It didn't bother her at all to find her accusations. "That's what makes me different from them." They talked for the next few minutes. It eased her mind because Anna could speak freely to Jenny. It turned out that having no secret was better than hiding it. But she didn't regret doing it, given her circumstances.

"Ah, sir, she has a visitor right now, someone who seems to be..." "Seems to be what?" he furrowed his brow. "Your wife, Mrs. Ericka." "Ah, thank you. We'll go up then," they hurriedly headed for the elevator. The receptionist scratched their head, "Rich people, always involved in some complicated affair. When secrets come out, it gets messy," they whispered with a shake of the head. They arrived just in time for the elevator, with no one inside. They entered quickly and pressed the button for the 10th floor.

The two just smiled and glanced at me so I kept my wide smile even though I was embarrassed again. "It's our pleasure, hijo. We actually came here to see you. We heard that you have been married for a long time," said the Real woman and turned to me then smiled. "I guess she's the lucky wife of yours." "Yes, Mrs. Real. This is my lovely wife, Anastacia Solei Alcaraz…" said Hector and turned to me. "They are one of our big investors. Their eldest son is also my friend," he said so I just nodded and held out my hand to the two adults.

And now, I was staring at my mother and father like they were monsters. "Well, whether you like it or not, you're getting married. We're tired of you as it is. Besides, he's a billionaire. You don't have to worry about money." My father said expressionless. "So this is what it's about?! Money?" Of course. My parents weren't too rich, but we were comfortable. I always knew my dad was ambitious but this? This was too far. "Money isn't everything, you know. What happens to what I feel? My happiness?" I was already tearing up at this point. "Can your happiness pay our bills and feed your siblings? You graduated from college four years ago and all you do is sit at home, eat, sleep and make me and

I had finished dinner, and was watching a show, when he came in. “I saw your messages,” he said as he walked into my room. He was still in his ash-coloured jacket and white shirt, his hair neatly combed back as if he had just left the house. A few strands lay across his forehead. He slid his hands into his pockets, his face unreadable as he strode toward me in slow, calculated steps. I still found it unbelievable that this billionaire was now my husband. “You’re welcome. I knew you’d love it. Besides, you now carry the Ellison name— you should look the part. They’re the sort of things you signed up for.” He sat beside me on the bed, close enough that I could smell him.

The blonde woman touched Ruby's shoulder. "No, I'm not. I was thinking. Whether I should go back to Boston or not." Ruby smiled, picked up the glass, and slowly sipped the champagne her friend had filled. "Oh my God! Is it true that this billionaire already has a son? How could he keep it a secret? When did he get married? Crazy is crazy." A woman's shocked voice took center stage from the other end of the table. It didn't escape Ruby's attention either; she was also curious about who was being talked about.

“I love her so much that I don’t want to hide anything from her. Just as I don’t want her to hide anything from me. If she decides that this isn’t something she could take, I would respect that. But I will still try to make her understand.” “Not everyone could accept this lifestyle,” the woman replied, pointing out something that was so obvious. I know that not everyone would be able to accept everything. I know that too well. I am still not used to the fact that my boyfriend is Vincent Beckett. The number one sought-after Billionaire.

He boasted and I stared at him for a minute before laughing softly. The smug smile on his face vanished as I laughed, like he had just said something very funny. “Oh, Nathan. You're funny. And guess what, you're right. My husband is such a loving and doting man, he loves spending his money on me. I mean, he's a billionaire after all.” I said softly and he stiffened for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Your husband?” “I'm married, Mr Nathan. Is the diamond ring too unnoticeable?” I mumbled softly and took out my phone, clicking on a contact.