My Secret Billionaire Reviews Novels & Stories

The headline was splashed in a sensationalist, blood-red font: THE BILLIONAIRE’S BOUGHT BRIDE: THE TRUTH BEHIND ELARA VANCE. Below the headline was a grainy, high-contrast photo from three years ago. It showed Elara standing in a rainy alleyway, her face pale and streaked with tears, clutching a thick envelope—the money from Julian’s father. The angle made it look like a sordid drug deal or a payoff for a shameful secret. “Sources confirm that the mother of the 'Secret Heir' accepted a multi-million dollar payoff to vanish years ago. Was it a payoff for silence... or a price tag on a child?”

Alessia never acted like a woman, and that tired Dominique out. ‘Did Antonella tell you that I’m expecting Benjamin’s child?’ There was a lot of pleasure in Alessia’s tone as she noticed the astonishment on Dominique’s face. ‘In a month’s time, I’ll become the billionaire’s wife, and I’ll do everything possible to ruin Antonella’s life and yours too.’ Dominique raised an eyebrow, doubting whether Alessia was telling the truth. Her face was not at all friendly. Her black eyes radiated a cold, deadly aura.

When I returned with my apron, he was still there, giving me those eyes that sparked my curiosity instantly. “My answer is no.” I said firmly and attended to the bald man on the other side of the counter, “what drink, sir?” “Ugh. He’s a billionaire, Oli. The richest client you’ll ever have, I swear!” “No.” I said firmly, “I quit, Mark. I can’t do this shit anymore. I’m fed up of it, okay? If he’s so rich, why not take him on yourself?”

" Does she even know the truth?" Alex flashed me a pearly smile. " Not yet." That was not much of an explanation, but what else did I expect? Alexander Foster. How many times have I heard Michael mentioning his name? The ruthless billionaire who was ready to crush anyone who crossed their paths with him. Michael loved to talk about their businesses. I could not help but think he envied him as well. But who wouldn't? This man was basically sleeping on cash. His wealth was growing with every breath he took. No wonder he was the man every woman dreamed of. And my friend was his wife now. What was his plan?

to the secretary as she turned and left. “Are you ready?” she asked once more and placed the recorder on the table with a long white sheet of paper and note pad on her laps. I was ready, as long as she would let us talk. She was trying quite hard to act distant, her way of pushing me farther off from her. “Sure, Grace.” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back. She simply turned on the recorder and concentrated on the white sheet of paper on her over-covered laps. “So, Mr. Shelby,” she started in a business-like voice, sitting upright and staring straight at me with a distant expression on her face. “As a one of the youngest billionaires in England, what would you say is the secret to making it t

As a couple they accepted John Dave because they knew and felt that the young man loved their daughter and that he would be able to protect Natalie if the two became lovers. Unexpectedly, the time is right for their daughter because John Dave is a billionaire. It was only the three of them who knew that the young merchant was a billionaire. He has no right to inform other people without John Dave's permission. Above all, it is the young man's life and he is the only one who has the right to claim his status. He let out a sigh of relief and now another day had passed as they finished work at the company and helped a client John Dave.

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"

She had long, dark hair past her shoulders. Regina couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I understand this guy taking a short sabbatical after losing such a beautiful woman, but seven years?” the female reporter remarked. “Yeah, and that house. The man is worth almost two billion bucks. You’d think he would hide somewhere more . . . fabulous,” the male reporter said, enunciating the last word in a high-pitched voice. “Yeah, like the Bahamas, or at the very least, Palm Beach,” the female reporter replied. “However, it is good news for the local single ladies that Scott lives so close, because according to our source, he is still on the market.”

Her voice rose to its peak upon hearing him and seeing the uniform. "You got married to me, dammit, you got fucking married to me, and now you want me to be your maid." "Don't forget just because of my dad you've become rich; he made you CEO; you didn't even deserve to be the butler of my home." He smirked hearing her words. Adwitiya Mishra, and her arrogance and attitude, were always on the next level. "Keep it here and continue with your work," he said to the other maid. She nodded, kept the uniform there, and went to do her work.

“You have all night to ask me anything about me. I’ll answer what I can.” I swallow. “Because you have secrets?” “Every billionaire”, he lifts a shoulder, “as you say, has secrets, no?” He keeps working through his food like it doesn’t matter. “They’re business secrets, not women. I don’t play around.” I choke a little on my wine. “I don’t believe that,” I say. “No way.” That earns a soft chuckle that tickles something in my chest.