Secret Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

“I hope she realizes what mess she’s getting herself into.” “I’ve heard guys like these just steal their money and run off.” I am feeling so weird and disgusted by the comments, while Ethan is just not bothered about the harsh comments. He still thinks that I don’t know that he’s the son of a billionaire. I am wondering when does he even plan to disclose this secret of his to me. Finally, we make our way to the private box where Ethan’s ex, Lydia, is holding court. The air is thick with anticipation, and we can both hear snippets of conversation as we approach. Lydia’s friends are praising her, their voices tinged with envy and admiration.

She hugged him, burying her face in his neck, while Benjamim lifted her off the ground, ecstatic with the news. “You’re going to have another heir,” she pulled back and told him, “and this time with no secrets. No billionaire’s secret child.” He kissed her and tucked the paper into his pocket. Holding her hand, he walked her back to the car. While Adam slept peacefully, they returned to the road, with the whole world ahead, waiting to be explored.

No sense in adding fuel to the already raging fire. “You’re lucky that I’m still in the office. I’ll have a report do you when you get back.” “Thanks.” I say before hanging up. There had to have been a damn good reason for a man to avoid seeing his wife after she’d nearly been sexually assaulted, beaten and nearly injected with fentanyl and none of them were good. Something tells me that we missed a few things when it comes to Alan and his inner circle and frankly, it’s about time I find out what’s really going on behind the face of that millionaire.

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

"Stop thinking so highly of yourself. Harry takes after his dad's appearance." They were both getting on my nerves, like a stain that could not be rubbed off. "I don't believe you!" Quinton said. Zachary said, "We've asked other people. All of them said they'd never seen your husband. You're telling us that you're married because you want to make me and Dad angry, right?" I loathed to discover they had investigated me, so I told them the truth. "My husband is Jacob Ferrin, the movie star. We decided to get married secretly because he didn't want me to be harassed by the media and his fans."

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”

Darius Henderson. He is a rich, highly dignified business tycoon in the country. He is a self-made billionaire. He has been known for his flamboyant and short-tempered attitude and he absolutely hates the womankind. No woman can even step on his shadow, yet there was a rumour four years ago that he got married to his 'secret girlfriend' whom he loved for a long time but before anyone can prove that, the rumour died down within one year for some reasons and his secret wife was a secret only for the world.

“You got married?” “Yes,” “When, where?” “In Las Vegas weeks ago.” Shocked distraught gasps echoed, “What does he do?” the barrage of questions seemed to never end. “um uh…he is…a..uh.." Sacha found herself nervously stuttering in reply, from knowing how they were all soon going to react, once she answered. "I`m a car mechanic, ma'am.” she quickly turned to her husband as he answered for himself, a sexy respectful smile on his face.

, I mumbled and rushed out of the room. "Bro, are you sure? Is there any problem you are hiding from me ?", she shouted behind me and I shouted back nothing to worry about and told her to go. I went inside the washroom and shut the door behind me leaning over it. My hand clutched the heart as I slid down the door dazedly. "AM innovations head Abhiman Malhotra.. means my husband who has been helping my mom in our business. Oh god! How come I didn't know about it yet? He is a billionaire and one of the richest men in