My Poor Husband's Billionaire Secret Novels & Stories

Art on the walls that probably cost more than I would make in a lifetime. Liam's mother sat on one of the couches. She gestured for me to sit across from her. Liam sat next to me. "My name is Catherine," she said. "But you probably already knew that." "I know what the internet tells me. Philanthropy. Charity events. Smiling next to your husband at galas." Catherine's face twisted. "My husband. Yes. The man who has been lying to me for thirty years." "You knew about my mother?"

"When I loved you, I gave you everything. I was your safety net. But now that I don't, I'll crush you under my heel. Marcus, just wait. The worst is yet to come." A flash of terror crossed Marcus's eyes. The Ashford family hadn't risen to the top in New York on business savvy alone. There were other methods, the kind Marcus didn't dare test and couldn't begin to imagine. Marcus staggered to his feet. "Even in a divorce, I'm entitled to half of everything you own." He was practically shouting. I pressed my lips together and said nothing. Amber charged forward. "Marcus is right. You're the daughter of the richest family in the city. You must have assets everywhere. Marcus is your husband. He h

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.

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

“And Mr. Vale, isn’t it?” Lucas smiled, the picture of easy elegance. “Lucas Vale-Blackwell,” he corrected, his voice silk and steel. Carter’s expression barely flickered, but Damien saw the calculation behind his eyes. "A sudden revelation," Carter mused. "A secret husband, appearing just in time to solidify your claim over Blackwell Enterprises? Quite the coincidence." Lucas cocked his head, seeming to be interested in what he said. “Coincidence?” He sipped his champagne and laughed slightly.

“Crazy and wonderful. This is the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for me. A baby? A real baby? Cameron, god, I have no words.” I leaned down and kissed him, my heart racing. He was nuts, but he was mine. “I fucking love you,” I whispered. “Good,” he said. “Because I fucking love you too.” Then I got up. “Where are you going?” he asked. “To tell everyone. It’s not just our baby, Cameron. This affects our whole family. Come on. I want to tell them. And…” I gripped Cameron’s head. “I want to rub this in Dillon’s face. King of Grand romantic gestures? Yeah, well, MY husband just adopted a baby in secret for me. Take that! Ha!”

I asked as I was starting to freak out. I can't be married to the hidden billionaire. It’s so unbelievable to be real. “My husband is Ricardo?” “The richest hidden billionaire in our city?” "I don't believe you" i shook my head. "Drake!”he turned to his driver. “ can you take a u turn to any nearest mall? I can't bring my wife home dressed up like this" he ignored me as he instructed his driver on what to do next. My cheeks slightly burnt when he called me his wife.

Turns out being rich and lonely felt worse than being broke and busy. At least one thing had changed. I was glowing. Good food, zero stress, and expensive skincare had done their work, and even I had to admit I looked better. Out of curiosity one afternoon, I searched his name. Alexander Blackwood.Turns out my fake husband owned half the world, industries, fashion companies, a media channel, a model agency, a multi billion dollar empire. Funny how I had to find out about my own husband from the internet, given I hadn't seen him once since arriving. He left before I woke up and came back after I was already asleep.

"Well, those into it as a business know better unlike some of us that do such with one man year to year." He laughed hard, "Stick to your husband now that you have him. Those girls out there aren't joking." He wasn't supposed to tell me because I know but he won't believe that his son starves me at times because of too much work. I never knew that marrying a billionaire wouldn't be all that rosy.

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w