Novel Ternyata Suamiku Seorang Miliarder นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Three years of marriage, and she still felt like a stranger in her own husband's life. Tonight was Adrian Blackwell's thirty-second birthday celebration. The Blackwell Estate was filled with influential guests from across the country. Business moguls, politicians, celebrities, and investors had all gathered to celebrate one man. Adrian Blackwell. The youngest billionaire in the city. The most powerful CEO in the country. And the man who had never truly been her husband. A soft knock sounded on the door. "Mrs. Blackwell?" a maid called respectfully. "Yes?" "The guests have arrived. Mr. Blackwell is already downstairs."

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"There are certain things you can’t do anymore because it would cause a stir in the media and make you look conceited. People who don’t know you would think you’re trying too hard to be likable when they see you working in a restaurant as a regular pastry chef.” “What’s the big deal about me working in a restaurant?” Kate asked with a shrug. “That would be a curious job for a billionaire’s wife to do, don’t you think?” Tony asked her. Kate stared at Tony in awe. She knew Tony was rich, but not billionaire-level rich. “You’re a billionaire?” Kate whispered. “That’s right, Kate. I’m a billionaire, and so are you now,” Tony said softly. Kate let that piece of information sink in. Indeed, a bill

"I haven't done anything, Emily, that night when I ran over you in the cold street of New York, I knew you have passed through so much and it's on me now to make sure you don't ever end up in the street again, no matter what it takes," There was so much sincerity in his voice as he spoke. I felt a pang of pain hit me hard across the head. Why was Liam not half as adorable as Adrian? I wouldn't have thought of leaving the marriage. Why do men like Adrian exist and I only have to end up with Liam? The four years of my marriage to him suddenly felt like a waste, I have only loved him unconditionally through the years and all I ever got in return was misery and pain. The most brutal divorce ever

I didn’t want anyone else to know just how messy my life had become. My gaze fell back on the phone in my lap. Samuel’s words echoed in my head—about Xavier Aprilio. That name stuck to me now, as if I had entangled myself too deeply simply by mentioning it. He married in secret today… just like I did. I bit my lip. Was this coincidence too strange—or was it fate? A sharp knot twisted in my stomach as I recalled his figure at the party. His eyes—so piercing, as if they could strip someone bare. The aura he carried wasn’t just power, but danger. And now, he was my husband.

That she doubted her grandfather would want to talk about his grandson's dead wife. "Well... I think that's the most likely thing my grandfather could ask us," Maximiliano said, with little encouragement as he remembered how hard his life had been; the people who looked at him believed that because he had been a millionaire, he had always been happy, and although money itself was a fundamental part of happiness, that void in his heart could only be filled by little Dylan, and sometimes, on sleepless nights, he felt like that emptiness was still there. "We have to go shopping... for... things" Maximiliano sighed, standing up, Amelia had told him she was sorry when he had told her about his wi

"Why is he such an asshole?! Can't he get it that you don't want him anymore? What kinda man is that, to force people to stay with you, IS IT BECAUSE OF MONEY? Did he offer money? Another million?" This time only Dian gasps in shock, because she's hearing this for the first time, "What do you mean by that?! Another million? So he gave you a million before? Is it in USD? Or Rupiah?" Both of us look at her upon hearing her stupid question, "That's all you care? We're talking about our sister here! Who's being blackmailed by her billionaire husband! And that's all you care? If it's in USD or Rupiah? The fuck, Dian?!"

Turns out being rich and lonely felt worse than being broke and busy. At least one thing had changed. I was glowing. Good food, zero stress, and expensive skincare had done their work, and even I had to admit I looked better. Out of curiosity one afternoon, I searched his name. Alexander Blackwood.Turns out my fake husband owned half the world, industries, fashion companies, a media channel, a model agency, a multi billion dollar empire. Funny how I had to find out about my own husband from the internet, given I hadn't seen him once since arriving. He left before I woke up and came back after I was already asleep.

Farrah's POV I and Miller are already married for two years, it's funny how things ended up, I was once a Stevens but now I'm Farrah Mae Miller... It fits my name well, right? Haha, well I never thought that my husband is more than just a billionaire, he inherited a lot of islands, like what the hell? I didn't expect it, I'm convinced that he's a billionaire but owning a lot of islands is so surprising for me, you can't imagine how unbelievable it is, but then and it becomes our business, a resort island.

intricate threads of deceit that had woven themselves into the fabric of my life. "So, Aliyah, tell me more about this Roman Kent and your work," my mother probed gently, sipping her tea. I took a deep breath, the air heavy with the weight of the unspoken. "Mom, there's something I need to tell you," I began hesitantly, placing my cup on the coffee table. Her eyes fixed on mine, a mixture of curiosity and concern playing in their depths. "What is it, dear? You know you can tell me anything." I nodded, summoning the courage to unravel the tangled mess of my life. "Mom, I'm not really working with Roman Kent. I'm… I'm married to Kelan, the eldest son of the Donalds." Silence hung in the air,