Novel & Cerita My Poor Husband Billionaire Secret

This whole thing was bizarre. I loved it but I couldn't digest it. The CEO, my billionaire husband just made me breakfast. I took a small bite of it. It was delicious. I was gawking at him in astonishment while eating my breakfast. My lucky star was shining today more. He's my lucky star. He didn't look at me staring at him. I was tempted to talk anything to him. He ate his breakfast silently. I did the same. Though, I wanted something more out of his silence.

We slept together on a daily basis but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire. I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up. It was at my wedding I knew that my husband to be was an heir to a company . . crazy huh?. I looked at the clock that was hung on the wall and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work . “Fuck!” I stood up And made my way to the bathroom immediately

His face turned red, and his breaths became haggard, fierce veins were beginning to make way to his forehead and his eyes were bloodshot. He was tired! Tired of what they called marriage. He was exhausted from being in a trap that was nothing close to happiness. He was a sad man, a depressed and unhappy married billionaire. Richard owned the largest bank in Southern California. Apart from that, he had other business establishments in some parts of the United States. He also owned a large winery, had shares in other top companies and made investments worth billions. No doubt, he was a young, rich, handsome, and successful man.

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

The hall was large and spacious enough to accommodate over fifty people and still had enough space to move around. Everyone was in a jolly mood that particular evening, dancing, drinking and chatting sophisticatedly. Naomi Mitchell was at wit's end watching the man she called her husband flirting shamelessly and touching openly, another woman he had chosen not to forget in his life. Grace. Grace was his first love and after her relationship failed, she returned to steal Naomi's husband, Justin Miller, who seemed to be effortlessly working.

"Your... your boyfriend?" Although Tessa knew Grant was a notorious playboy, he was still the Young Billionaire of one of the four great families of Springvale, the Hamilton Family. How could he possibly like Fiona? Especially with such an ugly face! What kind of spell did this wretched Fiona cast on him? Tessa was furious inside but pretended to be concerned, "Fiona, I know your life is tough. You have to work and deliver food part-time to earn money for your father’s medical bills. It's really hard, but you can't take shortcuts foolishly."

But before I could ask, the hotel manager's voice interrupted me. "Hey! You two in the ragged suits!" The manager walked over and kicked my knee in disgust. "You got lucky today. Mr. Thorne is throwing a birthday party for the young master here, and the kid loves these stupid dolls. Go in there, dance, make the little master laugh, and this hundred thousand dollars is yours." One hundred thousand dollars?! Alaric was thrilled; opportunities like this were rare. That was, until I walked in and saw my "bankrupt" husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit.

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.

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.

"She hasn't signed it yet?" That second voice belonged to her husband. Victor. The ruthless billionaire her uncle had practically gift-wrapped and handed her to eleven months ago. "She will," Arthur chuckled, the sound of ice clinking against a glass echoing in the quiet house. "Emily is a good girl. She still thinks this marriage is a business merger to save Hart Enterprises. She actually believes that once the restructuring is done, she’ll step into her father's old seat as CEO." Victor let out a dry, humorless laugh. "A CEO? She’s a placeholder, Arthur. The moment the clock strikes midnight and the marriage reaches the one-year mark tomorrow, the legal transition goes through automaticall