My Secret Billionaire Husband 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 “.

No sense in adding fuel to the already raging fire. “You’re lucky that I’m still in the office. I’ll have a report do you when you get back.” “Thanks.” I say before hanging up. There had to have been a damn good reason for a man to avoid seeing his wife after she’d nearly been sexually assaulted, beaten and nearly injected with fentanyl and none of them were good. Something tells me that we missed a few things when it comes to Alan and his inner circle and frankly, it’s about time I find out what’s really going on behind the face of that millionaire.

A tear formed in her eyes when she saw how happy Sebastian was for her. "Solene Thompson, do you take Bruce Wilson as your husband?" She swallowed as her forehead began sweating. She closed her eyes when her heart thumped so fast. She didn't want to get married, but she didn't have a choice, especially since Mr. Thompson gave her a deathly glare. "I-I do," she muttered. "Bruce Wilson, do you take Solene Thompson as your wife?" She was anxious that Bruce might back out of their marriage. She didn't want to get humiliated again. She almost gasped when Bruce darted at her without emotions.

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”

“It will be nice for her to mingle with the rest of the secretaries, but before then can you spare me some moments with her.” Unbelievably, the man wanted to flirt with his wife. It was already annoying he can’t announce to the world that she was his wife, but now he had to endure a man trying to get her attention. Mike clenched his hand in a fist. “No. I will need my secretary beside me.” Shawn gazed stayed on Amelia for a while, “Can I have your number, Miss Amelia?” Surprised, Amelia’s gaze fell on her husband. She saw nothing bad about giving him her number, but Mike was already glaring at her. “I am sorry, Mr. Williams. I don’t think I can give you my number.”

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

"Even though we know that your marriage to Jaxon was private, be careful. Because you're now the billionaire's secret." So this my first warning as the billionaire secret? This is my first warning as a billionaire wife?

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.

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.

We slept together on a daily basis but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire. I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up. It was at my wedding I knew that my husband to be was an heir to a company . . crazy huh?. I looked at the clock that was hung on the wall and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work . “Fuck!” I stood up And made my way to the bathroom immediately