My Secret Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

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?”

She closed the door harder than necessary. Her phone buzzed on the counter. A message from her brother, Ethan—the only family she had left. Saw the headlines. You married ALEXANDER KNIGHT?? Call me. Now. Emily stared at the screen. She hadn’t told anyone. Not Ethan, not her old coworkers, not even the landlord when she’d given notice on the apartment. How had the press found out so fast? Another buzz. This time a news alert. Billionaire Bachelor No More: Alexander Knight Weds in Secret City Hall Ceremony

“You have all night to ask me anything about me. I’ll answer what I can.” I swallow. “Because you have secrets?” “Every billionaire”, he lifts a shoulder, “as you say, has secrets, no?” He keeps working through his food like it doesn’t matter. “They’re business secrets, not women. I don’t play around.” I choke a little on my wine. “I don’t believe that,” I say. “No way.” That earns a soft chuckle that tickles something in my chest.

It couldn't be the same person. But my hands were shaking as I opened the article. And there, staring back at me from my phone screen, was a photo of my husband in an impeccably tailored suit, standing in what looked like a boardroom, every inch the powerful CEO. Christopher Zane, the article read, youngest billionaire CEO in New York, known for his ruthless business tactics and record-breaking deals. The phone slipped from my numb fingers onto the bed. My husband wasn't just hiding his wealth. He was one of the richest men in the entire city.

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

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.

I could care less of how I’d look, of who took pictures of me as headlines, or of even how people would see me since I was the billionaire’s wife. Almost immediately, I heard the wheels of a stretch run in. It was swift. My eyes followed it and I saw a familiar wristwatch Sebastian loved wearing. It was a Gucci watch. Oh, my god, it was Sebastian. Sebastian Knight. My billionaire husband.

The blonde woman touched Ruby's shoulder. "No, I'm not. I was thinking. Whether I should go back to Boston or not." Ruby smiled, picked up the glass, and slowly sipped the champagne her friend had filled. "Oh my God! Is it true that this billionaire already has a son? How could he keep it a secret? When did he get married? Crazy is crazy." A woman's shocked voice took center stage from the other end of the table. It didn't escape Ruby's attention either; she was also curious about who was being talked about.

“I love her so much that I don’t want to hide anything from her. Just as I don’t want her to hide anything from me. If she decides that this isn’t something she could take, I would respect that. But I will still try to make her understand.” “Not everyone could accept this lifestyle,” the woman replied, pointing out something that was so obvious. I know that not everyone would be able to accept everything. I know that too well. I am still not used to the fact that my boyfriend is Vincent Beckett. The number one sought-after Billionaire.