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?"

"Marcus is right. You're the daughter of the richest family in the city. You must have assets everywhere. Marcus is your husband. He has every right to half." I nodded. "Fine. Get yourself a lawyer. I'll give you half." A grin spread across Marcus's face. "Just you wait."

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.

She had always seen Anderson as someone who struggled to keep a steady job, but the wealth revealed in these papers is beyond anything she could have imagined. Her mouth hangs slightly open as she reads about offshore accounts and investments, her expression shifting from shock to bewilderment. It's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a side of Anderson she never knew existed, Shocked and bewildered, Cassie's mind races as she grapples with the revelation that her husband had been living a double life as a secret billionaire, keeping her completely in the dark all this time.

“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.

Clearly, there was something wrong with me. “She doesn’t want to talk to you, Jordyn,” Stella chimed in just then. “So stop pushing her.” I flashed Stella a grateful smile. It was true. I didn’t want to talk to Jordyn. I didn’t even want to talk to Stella or Cameron. I just wanted to be alone, to sort out all the thoughts spinning around in my head. Just then, though, the doctor appeared. “Cassandra?” he said. “Dillon’s rested up. You can see your husband now.” Husband. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

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.

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

He fires. I bolt up, “My husband, you, I am not hooking up with anyone; he legally belongs to me, and I didn’t go cheating around while having a faithful partner.” He hissed, “Oh please, Riley, let’s be realistic; you never loved me. It was always what I had, and since you got your pussy around my boss’s dick, you couldn’t resist, especially because he is the country’s top billionaire. It was always for the money. If you had any ounce of respect and love for me, you would never be with another man—“