My Secret Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

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.”

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

The one who’d redefined me in countless ways and then gone on with his own life like it never happened. He's the very man I’d sworn I wouldn’t see again after the night of our secret rendezvous. But it seems fate are having somekind of fiesta because right now am currently at his workplace, imagine how frusrated and scared I am right now because I just found out he's not just greek but also a billionaire... With no scandal attached to his name, he known to be a cruel but honest tycoon and marriage isn't something he wants to consider in the next twenty years... Yeah you heard me right!

"What about Maggie?" "Anna and Maggie are happily married now. Maggie still cheats, but more discreetly now. Jane, printed posters of me, with the caption, cheater, do not trust. She handed them out all over." "Wait!" Blake pulled her to a stop. "That was you?" "Ah, I'm famous." But Blake heard the bitterness in her voice. "I broke off all contact with them and started over. Now, I don't even look at another woman, unless she's with me, or far, far away."

Adhyansh Aneja, 26 years old, is the CEO of Mishra Industries; well, he used to be the manager, but after marrying Adwitiya, his father-in-law made him CEO. I don't want to explain much about his character for now. Adwitiya Mishra: 20-year-old only daughter of Jayush Mishra, a certified rich spoilt brat. Tripti A. Aneja: Well, she is the wife of Adhyansh, and I can't explain much about her character because Adhyansh told me not to.

Alexis says pointing at me. "What does he do?" Zia asks "He runs a small investment company passed down from my father’s side of the family" Alexis shrugs "I’m guessing this investment company isn’t so small, is it?” Zia asks looking at me. I nod. “He runs Ravio Investments.” “Zelina Kianna Gold! your husband is the 1 richest man in the world?" Zia asks "Niki made 1?" Alexis asks "Yes." Zia nods so fast I feared she would get whiplash.

Art on the walls that probably cost more than I would make in a lifetime. Liam's mother sat on one of the couches. She gestured for me to sit across from her. Liam sat next to me. "My name is Catherine," she said. "But you probably already knew that." "I know what the internet tells me. Philanthropy. Charity events. Smiling next to your husband at galas." Catherine's face twisted. "My husband. Yes. The man who has been lying to me for thirty years." "You knew about my mother?"

It’s because of car accident. My knees weakened so I sat down on a nearby couch. "I-I don't have a family anymore." The man did not speak. After I had processed in my brain the shocking things stated in the documents, I had another question I wanted to know. “How about my personal life? Do I have a husband?” He was silent for a long time and even swallowed it before answering. He couldn't even look at me. “No. You haven’t yet.”