My Poor Husband's Billionaire Secret Novels & Stories

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

“You speak as if Damion is just an object you can manipulate! He is my husband. I will not stand by while you treat him like a pawn in your twisted game!” Adrian turned to her, his voice low and almost gentle—a stark contrast to his earlier coldness. “I am your husband, Carmela, I know how you feel. Believe me, I never intended for any of this to happen. I did not want to be forced into hiding, to have my existence kept secret by this damn curse. But fate… fate had other plans.”

I picked up my phone with my free hand and opened Rowan’s contact. His matte black card was still in the drawer near the entrance, but I’d saved his number after the lighting issue was resolved. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, wondering if texting him now would make me look like a neighbor who desperately needed a new hobby. Then I typed. Me: [Next time maybe don’t give my son’s biography to a table full of billionaires.] I read it again. Then hit send. Rowan: [Noted. I’ll limit future disclosures to his position on robotics.]

“Is the money going to be a problem? Because dear, I can assure you that I have done my research and forty grand is nothing compared to what you and your billionaire husband have.” Oh, boy, she did not have a clue. She had no idea that my billionaire husband had cheated on me with a girl that looked…that looked…okay, she looked great, but still, she was trash! And that I wanted nothing to do with him or his billions of dollars. In my name, I had a considerable amount, but that did not mean that I had to start giving out money to anyone that asked. I now had to be careful with my finances. “No…” I shook my head, flashing her a sad smile. “It’s not going to be a problem. Trust me. When do you

“We’d say that you have to sell your place, and it’s taken longer than expected to put it on the market. Also, we wanted to keep things as separate as possible until we were married and then still keep our living arrangements and relationship private.” “I live in a freaking duplex, and I rent,” I said sardonically. “I’ll think of something.” This is crazy. Of all the things I expected when I walked in here, marriage was not on the table. “You can’t pay me to be your wife! That’s…everyone would think that I got this huge bonus and a promotion for doing um…uh…doing inappropriate things with you!” I don’t mention how my constant defending him to people here would be a big red flag.

He walk away from me like I wasn't his wife. However, he is right. We might be married but he would never love me. For him, what we did was just a ordinary s*x and not making love at all. For him, I wasn't special at all. But for him, I am willing to risk it all. Matthew won't never love me. He can't show me to the world and proudly says that I'm his wife. Cause I am Tyra Louise Skyler-Grey, the billionaire's secret wife.

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.

“He barely even cared. Signed the papers like it was just another business deal.” Skyler’s eyes widened dramatically. “No way. No drama? No ‘how could you leave me’ moment?” “None,” I replied, letting out a small laugh. “He asked me where I got the $10 million from, though. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that I didn’t touch his money. Two years and he still knows nothing about me.” Skyler raised his glass in a mock toast. “To the mysterious and ever-resilient Sophia! I knew you had it in you.”

That only seemed to provoke a raging mood in him as he retorted, "Someone else? Well, I surely ain't the type to make that mistake. But it seems to me that you have been left in the dark all along. But don't worry, I am sure to shed some light once I have him here begging at my feet." "Left in the dark? When he's here? I have no idea what you're saying," I replied, confusion and fear gripping my senses. "You won't, not now. Alright then, I am talking about your husband, the so-called Sebastian Hawthorne, the famous wealthy billionaire," he said, scoffing at the mention of Sebastian's name.

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S