My Secret Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

“You didn’t like the privilege? You can ride the elevator alone. Without your bullies.” I rolled my eyes and was about to press a button when he held my hand. “Uh uh! You’re now my secretary, remember?” “Rogue!” He winked. “I know you’re tired, babe. Don’t be so grumpy.” My eyes widened when he said that just as soon as the elevator door slid open and the people standing in front of the elevator stood frozen in front of us just because of what he said. Rogue smiled and intertwined our fingers together. “My wife is so fcking cute when angry. But I prefer you smiling sweetly, baby.”

She had worn the 4,000-dollar wedding dress, so expensive that her heart ached over it. It was not like now. She could afford a 400,000-dollar wedding dress as long as she wanted to. Zephyr pulled out his phone. There was a video clip he treasured. Her smile was carefree and pure in the video, like a fairy in the worldly realm. Her voice was sweet and exuberant. “I vow to love my husband no matter what he becomes! “Hmm… even if he becomes fat, ugly, old and stupid, or bald and plump, he’s my husband, now and forever. I’ll stay by his side eternally and not abandon him!”

She had always seen Anderson as someone who struggled to keep a steady job, but the wealth revealed in these papers is beyond anything she could have imagined. Her mouth hangs slightly open as she reads about offshore accounts and investments, her expression shifting from shock to bewilderment. It's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a side of Anderson she never knew existed, Shocked and bewildered, Cassie's mind races as she grapples with the revelation that her husband had been living a double life as a secret billionaire, keeping her completely in the dark all this time.

In the weeks that followed, Ryan continued with work, Tom did as well. Amelia worked in ways of getting back on track, mentally and emotionally. "Today, we bring the news of a very successful business tycoon, our very own King of finance _ Ryan Anderson. A lot of rumors have been spreading about the root of Mr Anderson's wealth," Anne, a top broadcaster reported. "The police are currently investigating Mr Anderson and are probably on their way to the company," Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added.

But as my eyes looked into the room my heart stopped altogether in the middle of my chest. Sitting behind the desk was none other than my husband. His eyes bore into mine, a stoic and passive expression etched on his face. “Mr. Scott, the ladies from Walvern Media are here,” Jennifer announced. Miles Scott. Oh, my God. How had I been so dumb? How could I have not put the pieces together all this time? They had been in front of me the entire time. My husband, whom I had just met yesterday, was the richest man in America and the 8th richest in the world.

“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.”

I asked as I was starting to freak out. I can't be married to the hidden billionaire. It’s so unbelievable to be real. “My husband is Ricardo?” “The richest hidden billionaire in our city?” "I don't believe you" i shook my head. "Drake!”he turned to his driver. “ can you take a u turn to any nearest mall? I can't bring my wife home dressed up like this" he ignored me as he instructed his driver on what to do next. My cheeks slightly burnt when he called me his wife.

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

Like I really was just a one-night stand to him. Shaking my head, I push the disappointment away. I knew it was nothing more than that. Sighing, I scoop up the flash drive from the desk and leave the office. “Don’t get your hopes up. He’s a billionaire, and you’re just a housewife whose husband cheated on her,” Madison remarks arrogantly as I walk past her desk. It’s true. If it wasn’t for the random stop at the bar and the alcohol, we never would’ve crossed paths.

I don't answer him, just stare at his pissed off expression in the mirror while I struggle with my hair. He's been pestering me so much lately about my decision of keeping our marriage a secret. I find it kinda cute that the great billionaire is also a petty fellow. "Can we just take our clothes off and get back to bed?* He asks and this time I burst out laughing. “You're doing business with the Ashords, Mr Moretti. You should go." I place the last hairpin holding the bun in place before turning around. " Besides, I'm still your wife whether or not others know it.”