My Secret Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

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.

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

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.

"You're impossible." "And yet you're smiling." Her eyes widened slightly. Was she smiling? She immediately stopped. "I'm hanging up now." "Wear something warm," he added suddenly. "The weather will get colder later." And then the call ended. Lucy stared at her phone speechlessly. Maya looked ready to explode from curiosity. "What did billionaire husband say?" "He's not my husband." "Future husband then." Lucy groaned loudly before burying her face into her hands. This was becoming dangerous.

In a black suit that did not look like any suit I had ever seen him in, moving through a room full of the richest people in the country like he had built every wall of it himself. I wiped my eyes. I wiped them again, not caring about the mascara, not caring about anything, because this could not be real. This was a dream. I had fallen asleep somewhere and this was a dream. Then I heard Julian's voice beside me, low and stunned. "Dominic Ford?" I looked at Julian. I looked at Dominic. It was real. My husband was the chairman of Veil Holdings. My husband was the richest billionaire in the country. The mystery man. The ghost nobody had photographed. The man I had been plotting to seduce ten min

Getting this amount in cash was a fucking nightmare, so I really hope it's worth it, "They'll be fully yours, no questions asked and no one will ever know what happened in here." "Okay," she mumbles a few seconds later, "Do I have to agree to know what your secret is?" "Yep," I reply. She closes her eyes, but after thinking about it, she nods, "You're smart. And now you're half a million dollars richer." "I guess I am.... so what's your secret?" she asks with bright, interested eyes. I think she wants to know the secret more than she wants the money. "You know I'm dating Theodore Heiden?" I start, she nods, "Well, my secret is that I'm also dating his good friend Liam Fierro, you know who he

And now, I was staring at my mother and father like they were monsters. "Well, whether you like it or not, you're getting married. We're tired of you as it is. Besides, he's a billionaire. You don't have to worry about money." My father said expressionless. "So this is what it's about?! Money?" Of course. My parents weren't too rich, but we were comfortable. I always knew my dad was ambitious but this? This was too far. "Money isn't everything, you know. What happens to what I feel? My happiness?" I was already tearing up at this point. "Can your happiness pay our bills and feed your siblings? You graduated from college four years ago and all you do is sit at home, eat, sleep and make me and

And he didn’t inform me because he knew I would object. Picking up my purse, I brush down my jacket and say to Henry, “That’s his problem. I’m leaving.” Henry winces and asks, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I don’t want you getting into trouble.” He trails after me as I march out the door and cross the secretaries’ floor. The others stare at me in curiosity but I pay no mind. “Star…” “Tell him I already left before anyone could inform me.” “But…” “Also, could you chip in that he’s a flaming hot pile of billionaire shit?”

Serena moaned—low, broken—and rocked against him instinctively, feeling him hard and straining beneath her. “You think I wanted to pretend?” he continued, voice rough, ragged. “You think I didn’t hate every red carpet, every photo op, every time she smiled for the cameras while I counted the hours until I could get back to you? You think I didn’t want to drag you into the light and say you are my wife?" Serena’s hands slid down to his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt. “Then do it,” she hissed, grinding down on him until he cursed under his breath. “Stop hiding. Stop letting her wear your name. Stop making me the secret.”