My Secret Billionaire Reviews นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But then again, I couldn't have said that to Stella. "Just curious." I whispered. I felt the couch dip slightly as she turned towards me. "Well, he is the CEO of the biggest company of New York. His dad's a rich guy. He himself is a rich guy. I mean, you go to his apartment and your mind blows off. He, on the first hand, is really rude. He thinks of himself as the biggest and most strongest man. And blah blah...he switches his girlfriends like about two times in a day and those girls would be the meanest you can ever see."

"Then explain them." "I will." "When?" "When it's safe." I laughed softly. "Everything with you has to be a secret." His expression softened. "Not everything." "What isn't?" He looked at me. "You." My heart skipped. Before I could respond, my mother called from across the venue. "Ava!" I turned. When I looked back at Alexander, his expression had already changed. The walls were back up. The billionaire had returned. "Coming!" I walked away. But I didn't get far.

The likes of JoJo knows the right button or words to say to a man that will make him fall, I may not be well groomed in that area but Ohio is mine and I won't let JoJo or anyone take him from me. Tonight I will give him the best romantic and intimate time that he will never forget in a hurry. Whenever he thinks of it he will ask me to give him more of the dose. Ohio is not only a billionaire, he was very handsome and used to be my secret admirer even before we spoke to each other. He has shown that he loves me in different ways, so I don't see anything stopping us from getting curdly with each other. Except if something is wrong with him below which can never be true.

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.

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

“Not at all. But… there is a catch.” “A catch?” “Yes. You see, I have another secret I need to share with you.” His sparkling eyes let her know that she wasn’t going to get mad at him this time. “Besides hiding your identity from me, and the fact that you’re a billionaire, what other secret could you possibly have?” “Well, you see, before my father died, I was investing money in a housing project. After I took over my father’s company, I was able to purchase this particular housing project. I’ll be building houses all over the United States.”

"It's not them that want it secret, but I do. I'm not ready to get the spotlight, so I asked them not to say anything for the time being." Jenny narrowed her eyes at her. "You're weird. People usually flaunt their marriage, especially if they're married to billionaires. But you're the opposite." Anna could only let out a chuckle. It didn't bother her at all to find her accusations. "That's what makes me different from them." They talked for the next few minutes. It eased her mind because Anna could speak freely to Jenny. It turned out that having no secret was better than hiding it. But she didn't regret doing it, given her circumstances.

I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me. “Listen to this, ‘Malia Hill, known as the billionaire bachelor’s secretary, now becomes the newest name on Troy Sanford’s increasing list of flings. When everybody thought she had the perfect immunity to the infamous billionaire playboy’s charms, the latter proved he could get whomever he wanted.’

“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.

“The rival bidder is aggressive and well-funded. They are attempting to sow distrust in the market by fabricating information about my company’s stability.” Instability caused by a secret heir and a hacker wife, I mentally supplied, moving to the coffee machine. “We need to look flawless today,” he continued, finally turning to assess me. “Tonight is the Thorne Legacy Gala. Every major stakeholder, every rival CEO, and my entire extended family will be there. Rule Two is in effect: perfection is the only acceptable standard.” “Perfection has a price, Julian,” I murmured, pouring my coffee. He raised an eyebrow. “It does. And I paid ten million dollars for yours. Don’t disappoint me.”