My Secret Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

“If I married him, I’d be front row at every gala with a dress that cost more than a mid-sized sedan.” Rivera almost laughed. If you married him, you wouldn’t be smiling at galas. She cleared her throat. “Maybe she values privacy.” “Do you know her?” Tessa asked. Rivera nodded slowly. “A little.” “And?” Rivera softened her voice deliberately. “She’s a great girl.” The words surprised even her. Chloe blinked. “That’s it? Great girl? That's high praise coming from the staff. Most billionaire wives are nightmares to work for.”

It was the same one I'd had my eye on at an auction two weeks ago -- the one a mystery buyer had outbid everyone for, driving the price sky-high. So that was it. The mystery buyer who'd spent a fortune just to make his girlfriend smile was my husband, Marcus Thorne. My gaze drifted toward the CEO's office. The girl was straddling Marcus's lap, her arms looped around his neck. Marcus -- the man whose germophobia was legendary -- was smiling as he opened his mouth and bit the french fry dangling from her lips. Then they kissed, deep and lingering, as though they couldn't bear to pull apart. I felt like I'd been struck by lightning.

“Right. So now my greatest sin is being too good at putting a room together.” “Your greatest sin,” he said, “might be that you’ve spent too long believing your beauty could clean everything up.” That was the second one. I felt that faint nausea rise again. My instinct went straight to my stomach, to the small secret I had carried home for him. For us. For the night that was supposed to become one of the best nights of my life. And suddenly I could see how grotesque it all was. Me, standing here defending my dignity in front of a husband who didn’t even respect me enough to keep the words cheap woman behind his teeth. And inside my body, a baby I had wanted to give him wrapped in an invisible

"I have a husband." "Then he must probably be a low class worker who can barely feed himself or you!” “My husband owns a business and is doing well for himself. He is more than you expect.” “Richer than Kingston? Richer than Andrew?” Klaire became silent. “Of course. I thought so. You could never go higher than us. That’s where you’ve been placed.” “My husband is more than enough!” Her tone hardened. Kingston looked around theatrically. "Then show him to me. Where is he? Can he even show up to a very important event like this one?”

"Eight months. This is the duration of their union as a married couple. There are times when one of them gets angry, but they still manage to fix it in the 'Pleasure Way.' She has nothing to complain about their life as a married couple, especially in the bedroom. Her husband excels in pleasing her, perhaps the reason why Almira is truly captivated by him. Her body has become smaller, but her chest seems to have grown larger. This body has gained more sex appeal. She doesn't know if it's due to fatigue or the experiences the man imparts every week." Monte is on a business trip in Singapore, set to be away for two weeks. During his absence, he takes charge of all the work, particularly the me

"After years of success, you mean to tell me an ordinary blackmail from an ordinary secretary managed to manipulate you into sleeping with her?" "Amelia_-" "C'mon Ryan! Make it make sense!"

This was with the Caelum family. Everyone in Velmora talked about them. The Caelum brothers were rich. Powerful. Secretive. Dangerous. No one knew which one Penny was marrying. That was the big reveal. Most people hoped it wasn't the eldest. The dangerous one. Rumors had it that he had sex with a woman before her husband. And what frightened the husband more was that his wife enjoyed every bit of it. To other women, he was a fantasy who made their ovaries chun. To other men, he was the cause of their wet dreams.