Saved By The Secret Billionaire Novel Millie 소설 & 이야기

A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine. "Well, Mr. Cross," I said, walking back into the study and dropping into the massive leather chair. I opened my laptop, pulling the document back onto the center screen. "Looks like I'm not the only one wearing a mask." I highlighted the title I had typed just an hour ago: THE MECHANIC'S WIFE. I hit delete. I typed a new one, the keys clacking like a drumbeat. THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET.

She said, her gaze laced with concern. “I will be okay, Maggie” I told her, then dashed out. Checking around convenience stores, I was able to go back to Maggie with a burner laptop. I inserted the flash. Accounts popped up. Stocks, assets, and everything Elda mentioned earlier. “These……they are all mine” I was stunned, my voice low. A billionaire I was just realizing that I was. I could see Maggie gulp. "With this, we can finally be able to hide ourselves, Maggie” I spoke, my voice cheerful.

And now I didn't know if that hope was built on solid ground or just another carefully constructed illusion. "You okay?" Emily asked, studying my face. "You've been quiet all morning." I considered lying, keeping my problems to myself so I could focus on hers. But Emily deserved better than that. We'd spent too many years hiding things to protect each other. "I found out Christopher's a billionaire," I said, continuing to pack books into a box. "Like, actually wealthy. Forbes list wealthy." Emily's hands stilled on the sweater she'd been folding. "What?"

"Then, Victor met with Lily and made her drug you. It was easy then. David slept with you and Victor forced him to marry you. Ellie, the moment you signed that nuptial agreement, you transferred your father's shares to Victor's name, thereby saving Whitehall Industries." "No, that's impossible." Victor handed her a document. "Everything is in there. You were next of kin. Then you lost everything. I'm sorry this happened." Ellie could not believe what she was hearing. But the proof was right there and everything suddenly seemed to make more sense. Her father was murdered by Whitehall, and they were living off her inheritance!

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

Millicent's POV The tabloid story drops on a Thursday morning. Elena brings it to me with my breakfast, her expression carefully neutral in that way that tells me I'm not going to like what I see. The magazine is folded to a specific page, a full spread with the headline "BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET BRIDE, WHO IS MILLICENT HALE?" I stare at my own face, captured in grainy telephoto at what looks like last month's charity gala. The article is thin on facts but heavy on speculation.

"So you have an idea?" "God, I wish, I keep thinking I do, and then I sit down and I'm blank. I feel like I want to start typing, and sometimes I even do, but it's nothing good." She shot a glance at Addie. "And if that get's out, I'll know it was you." "Hey, your secret is safe with me." Addie held up her hands in defense. "Maybe you'll let me read one of those starts before you delete it?"

charade blows up in my face. “You moved fifty million dollars because you’re scared?” he interrupted, voice rising slightly. “That’s your answer?” he added with a mocking scoff. He leaned forward, voice quieter now, but far more dangerous, almost like we had switched places for a second, my voice was getting increasingly louder.

And opened it. My breath caught. Alexander was standing there. Alone. For a second, I couldn't move. He wasn't wearing his jacket anymore. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and his tie was slightly loosened, making him look less like the polished billionaire my mother had introduced me to and more like the man who had been standing in my room earlier tonight. The man who knew. The man behind the account. Anonymous. My fingers tightened around the edge of the door. I glanced past him.

Milli moved silently through the dense forest, her senses attuned to the whispers of the wind and the rustling of leaves. Hidden among the shadows, Milli caught sight of Michelle, her voice laced with secrecy and treachery. She listened, her mind struggling to comprehend the depth of their deceit. Milli’s heart raced, her emotions intertwining into a maelstrom of shock, anger, and determination. So Michelle was responsible for Selena’s disappearance. Milli had her doubts, so she started keeping an eye on Michelle. She was glad she followed her instincts.