My Secret Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

She examined his handsome looks Her eyes darted towards his ear and admired the diamond-like mole on his earlobe. "You've hard a stressful day, let's go home so you can take a rest." "No I'm fine, let's head to civil affairs." Natalie retorted. Ric let out a smile and turned to Natalie, grabbing her jaw to examine her with his eagle-like gaze "even without the marriage certificate you're now Mrs Ricardo Rodriguez." Nat couldn't help but blush. "Where should I drop you off?" Ricardo ask still admiring her. "I'm Mrs Rodriguez,right? Shouldn't I stay over at Rodriguez place" Natalie asked flirting. It was Ricardo's turn to blush.

Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over them, an unspoken truth that lingered beneath the surface of their burgeoning connection. On the day of the wedding, the mansion buzzed with activity. Victoria, dressed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. The air was charged with anticipation, but an unexpected twist awaited them. As Victoria descended the grand staircase, she heard the commotion outside. The paparazzi had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and his bride. Panic set in as the staff rushed to shield Alexander from the intrusive cameras. In the chaos, Victoria found herself pulled into a secluded alcove with

“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.”

"Mr. Edward Collins Harvey officially announces the ownership of the Atlanta Company's assets and shares. As the largest shareholder of a giant company like Atlanta, Edward Collins Harvey will crack down on all forms of fraud and blah blah blah!" Felicia read the latest news about Edward Collins Harvey that had accidentally appeared on the homepage of her social media app. "Mr. Edward will also officially announce who his secret wife is, which has always been a public question. The mass media is busy and curious. This news had sunk some time ago. But its appearance now is eagerly awaited. " And Felicia read the news silently.

She justifies. "He's a billionaire, don't get your hopes up. We can't trust their kind. They're all the same." I advise her in a calm tone, through the pain and she frowns. "Says the girl that's married to the biggest billionaire ever." She counters. "Exactly my point. I don't want you to end up like me." I say, gesturing to myself and she looks like she's in deep thought, so I leave her to it. I adjust my keyboard away and place my head on my cold hard desk, in position to take a short nap before I start up for the day.

“Crazy and wonderful. This is the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for me. A baby? A real baby? Cameron, god, I have no words.” I leaned down and kissed him, my heart racing. He was nuts, but he was mine. “I fucking love you,” I whispered. “Good,” he said. “Because I fucking love you too.” Then I got up. “Where are you going?” he asked. “To tell everyone. It’s not just our baby, Cameron. This affects our whole family. Come on. I want to tell them. And…” I gripped Cameron’s head. “I want to rub this in Dillon’s face. King of Grand romantic gestures? Yeah, well, MY husband just adopted a baby in secret for me. Take that! Ha!”

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.

In return, I got the illusion of a husband, one who never showed up, never called, and never played the role. For two long years, we remained bound by that contract, existing in separate worlds. He focused solely on his company, expanding his empire while I remained a silent, invisible wife. And me? I wasn’t just sitting idle. I built my own empire, in secret, growing into a woman who didn’t need anyone—not him, not anyone. Now, it was time to end it. “I’m not waiting anymore, Katrina. I’ve waited long enough.”

He wasn’t just a billionaire; he was someone who operated in shadows most people feared to enter. And yet, there it was, as clear as day at the bottom of the page: Status: Currently out and happily married. I stared at the screen, my chest tightening. Happily married? Was that what they thought this was? I closed the browser, my hands shaking. This wasn’t just about me anymore. I needed to know the man I had married, the one who carried secrets that could destroy lives—and maybe mine too.