My Secret Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

Just throwing away a hundred million to play a casino-related wealth product. "Are these the only ones I have to sign?" Esteban looked at the wristwatch again. "I have to pick up my husband from work so I'll end this meeting here." "Y-yes, S-sir..." It stuttered. "Are you married?" Andrew nervously laughed softly. “Yes. She’s Hadrianna Lazaro-Montecillo. My wife.” Amanda felt the joy and pride in every word he uttered.

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

said the man in the suit. I swallowed hard, the tears I had been holding back threatening to spill. My lips parted, words caught somewhere between gratitude and fear. “He’s my ex-husband,” I whispered, the words scraping raw against my tongue. The man’s jaw flexed, the only sign of tension on his otherwise polished exterior. His gaze flicked briefly toward Luke, then returned to me, unwavering. “Ex-husband or not… he has no place here. Not if he makes you feel like this.”

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.

Just me and my joy. He doesn't need to do much to make me feel safe. His presence alone is enough to make even the strongest women tremble. No wonder women fight over him. And yet, he has no dating history. Which means… I’m the first woman he’s ever loved. I let out a small scream, unable to contain the joy. The universe must really love me. I’ll be the one to prove that a billionaire can fall in love with a maid. My steps became lighter, my smile wider.

He boasted and I stared at him for a minute before laughing softly. The smug smile on his face vanished as I laughed, like he had just said something very funny. “Oh, Nathan. You're funny. And guess what, you're right. My husband is such a loving and doting man, he loves spending his money on me. I mean, he's a billionaire after all.” I said softly and he stiffened for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Your husband?” “I'm married, Mr Nathan. Is the diamond ring too unnoticeable?” I mumbled softly and took out my phone, clicking on a contact.

And he let out a laugh. "I knew it." "You knew what?" "You aren't rich. I know you've got bodyguards and nice cars, but I just couldn't believe it. And then I saw you. I mean, you took a taxi, and you carried fruit upstairs. Kelly paid for your wedding! She paid for you!" I stayed silent. I let him talk. I had learned a long time ago that men like to spill their secrets when given the chance to be quiet. "She's lonely. That's why she chose you. She hired you to hurt me. Which worked! But you've had your fun. She will get sick of you. And she always comes back to me."

"You can ask." "What did you do? Before." "Before Damien?" "Before whatever put you on that curb." Something in me stiffened. But he said it so plainly, no pity, no probing, only interest, that the answer came out of me like water from a cracked pipe. "I was a wife," I said. "That was my title. But I also ran my husband's household, his dinner parties, and half his client relationships. I fixed his company's customer systems when they broke. I rewrote his proposals at two in the morning so he could present them at nine and take the credit." I swallowed. "He never noticed. Or he noticed and liked it."

"You're impossible." "And yet you're smiling." Her eyes widened slightly. Was she smiling? She immediately stopped. "I'm hanging up now." "Wear something warm," he added suddenly. "The weather will get colder later." And then the call ended. Lucy stared at her phone speechlessly. Maya looked ready to explode from curiosity. "What did billionaire husband say?" "He's not my husband." "Future husband then." Lucy groaned loudly before burying her face into her hands. This was becoming dangerous.

I wanted to know what he had been hiding from me. And perhaps, just perhaps, I wanted to know whether the quiet man I had married was more powerful than I had ever imagined. I stepped into the hallway. The resort was already beginning to come alive. Guests moved through the corridors. Staff hurried around carrying luggage and trays. I adjusted my sunglasses and walked toward the exit. Three million dollars sat inside my account. Adrian had chosen Serena. Again. But I wasn't going to let that ruin my morning. I had money. I had beauty. I had my husband waiting somewhere ahead of me. And perhaps I was about to discover that my husband had something far more valuable than money. A secret. I smi