Novel & Cerita My Secret Billionaire Husband

My mother’s voice daily was another thing that kept me from losing my sanity. Also, in the past three days, I have learnt to avoid social media. The last time I checked, Chris was the headline. Billionaire Secret Baby, True or False? The Sanchez’s mystery Baby. The headline itself was shocking but the content was horrible. It was about all things about Chris and how the society doubted if he was truly Kingston’s son regardless of how they look alike. Not like, I care about what the society believes in or not. Towards the ending of the news, they bounced back at me, claiming I only wanted a part of the billionaire wealth and that was why I brought a fake baby. They knew my name, and thing

“What is it now?” “I have an idea.” My breath was bathed. “How about I… how about I come with you?” “What?” “I mean… I can't find security right now and quite frankly, I can't really afford it. How about I come stay with you?” “What do you mean you can't afford security? Isn't your husband Jason Harper?” It was my time to arch my brow. “How do you know my husband's name?” “I did my research.” He looked proud. “I make it a duty to know who I'm talking to and what they do. Your husband is a billionaire, shouldn't be too hard to afford security details to stop these paparazzi from harassing you, should it?”

Her voice trembled with the effort of keeping her composure, but she straightened her shoulders anyway, remembering every lesson in survival her past had forced her to learn. The doors swung open. Light exploded—camera flashes everywhere, lightning white and blinding. June flinched, eyes watering, but Dante didn’t even blink. He pulled her close, letting everyone see his grip. This was their big reveal: the most eligible billionaire in New York, stepping out with a secret wife and a four-year-old heir. The “Public Debut.” All eyes locked on June. The hush was palpable, a living thing, as the city’s powerful and petty alike measured her with hungry curiosity, ready to pounce at the first sign

"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?”

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

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

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.

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

"Don't lie just to cheer me up!" "No, I'm not cheering you up, I'm telling the truth!" Amanda smiled reassuringly. "You're so beautiful and charming that a billionaire fell in love with you. He even promised to choose you over his wife who probably always wears expensive stuff and expensive makeup... Your beauty proves that simple women can also conquer the hearts of classy men... It's like a fairy tale!" Maelie smiled thinly. "It's not something special, you even know that," she said as she got up.

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.