My Secret Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

The hall was large and spacious enough to accommodate over fifty people and still had enough space to move around. Everyone was in a jolly mood that particular evening, dancing, drinking and chatting sophisticatedly. Naomi Mitchell was at wit's end watching the man she called her husband flirting shamelessly and touching openly, another woman he had chosen not to forget in his life. Grace. Grace was his first love and after her relationship failed, she returned to steal Naomi's husband, Justin Miller, who seemed to be effortlessly working.

She hugged him, burying her face in his neck, while Benjamim lifted her off the ground, ecstatic with the news. “You’re going to have another heir,” she pulled back and told him, “and this time with no secrets. No billionaire’s secret child.” He kissed her and tucked the paper into his pocket. Holding her hand, he walked her back to the car. While Adam slept peacefully, they returned to the road, with the whole world ahead, waiting to be explored.

Nothing in the Billion household was ever ever really still for very long. She stood still when her phone vibrated with a notification. It was a headline on an article: "Charles Billion's Secret Marriage to Fiona Generys: The Billion Heiress Marries in a Secret Ceremony But What Does It Bode for the Family Dynasty?" Fiona's heart dropped, her pulse racing as she skimmed the words. This was not the headline she had anticipated. She was about to swipe away the alert when another one flashed on the screen: "Scandal in Billion Family: Charles Billion's New Bride Was Kept a Secret Here's What You Didn't Know

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.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

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.

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

Because every time I thought I had finally reached something resembling peace, the past found another door through which to enter. The first sign came on a Tuesday morning. I was halfway through a presentation with two senior directors when my assistant appeared at the glass door. “Excuse me.” I looked up. She was holding her phone. “You need to see something.” Her expression made my stomach tighten. “What happened?” She stepped inside and placed the phone on my desk. A news article filled the screen. My name appeared in the headline. I stared. Then I read it. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS IN SECRET ROMANCE WITH MARRIED TYCOON?

She knew exactly who Ysa was, yet she still kept trying to get close to the billionaire, as if Ysa were nothing more than an inconvenience standing in her way. And you still have the nerve to seduce my husband? The thought almost made her smile. Let her mess. Ysa had nothing to prove to her. If the secretary wanted to embarrass herself by chasing a married man, that was her problem. But she should at least know one thing. Everyone already knows who his wife is. And apparently, so do you. Ysa slowly rose from the sofa. “I do not need you to believe me. I only need him to.” “He will see the truth soon enough,” the secretary snapped. “When the excitement fades. When the problems start. And they

That was the part she hated most. She remembered the hospital, Danny's deteriorating condition, and the fear that had followed her through every conversation with doctors. When Julian had offered her a marriage that could secure the money she needed, she'd told herself it was a sacrifice she could survive. She hadn't expected to start caring about the man she'd agreed to marry. Now every secret between them felt personal. “Then stop deciding which truths I'm allowed to know,” she said. Before Julian could answer, her phone vibrated again.