My Poor Husband's Billionaire Secret Novels & Stories

But, I just found out that my husband was the son of a billionaire. We have been together for months and he didn't even think of letting me know. How long was he planning on keeping the secret from me? I wouldn't even find out if not for the fact that I went through his phone. I was actually searching for his best picture to frame for him as a birthday gift but instead I discovered something shocking. Not even my boyfriend or a fiance, but my own husband was the son of a billionaire and I didn't even have the slightest idea.

"I need you to know that what you're going to do isn't in anyway wrong. You need to understand just how horrible the man you're married to is first before you can make up your mind about what you want to do." "By horrible do you mean that there's more I don't know about him?" "Unfortunately yes, Scarlett," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Your husband is just like any billionaire out there, ruthless, powerful and merciless. That's the reason why he made up that story about your dad and sold it to the press." "What?" I shouted, gaining attention from most people in the room, before they all went back to their businesses. "What did you just say?" I asked again, this time making sur

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

“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?”

But as my eyes looked into the room my heart stopped altogether in the middle of my chest. Sitting behind the desk was none other than my husband. His eyes bore into mine, a stoic and passive expression etched on his face. “Mr. Scott, the ladies from Walvern Media are here,” Jennifer announced. Miles Scott. Oh, my God. How had I been so dumb? How could I have not put the pieces together all this time? They had been in front of me the entire time. My husband, whom I had just met yesterday, was the richest man in America and the 8th richest in the world.

“That’s cheating. You didn’t tell me the place we are going to. How am I supposed to know the one place I wanted to go that you have in mind, and how did you know about the one place I wanted to go?” “Wifey, have you forgotten I am your best friend? I’m Vold.” She smiled, “Oh! If I knew Vold would become my husband, I wouldn’t have told you all my secrets.” He pulled her closer, “I’m glad I know most of your secrets, and I am looking forward to know every bit of details about you. You know I love you, wifey.” “I love you, too, hubby.”

"I..." "It didn't cause a dent, baby. You can take millions of dollars and I wouldn't even feel it. It's time you finally realise that you have a Billionaire beside you..." He grinned, leaned down, and whispered. "And you're one too." "You keep saying things like that and you'll end up on the streets, Mr Vitali," I said, my eyes still on the card. It suddenly felt heavy. Alexander laughed, throwing his head back. "I wouldn't even feel a thing if you were to take a billion, baby. That's how rich and powerful your husband is."

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

As the driver opened the door, he caught a clear, unobstructed side profile of the man stepping in. "H-he... isn't that Xavier Grayson?!" the husband blurted out, terror lacing his voice. "Which Xavier Grayson?" the woman scoffed, confused. He rounded on her, his face pale. "Are you out of your mind?! That's the one man in this city we can never afford to cross—Xavier Grayson, CEO of the Grayson Corporation!" "No way..." The woman stood frozen in place, her jaw dropping open. The woman she had just insulted... her husband was the most eligible, high-society billionaire bachelor in all of Vegas?!

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.