Novel & Cerita Secret Billionaire Husband

I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog. “No known relationship status.” That line caught me. He has no woman in his life? That’s surprising. Other billionaires usually have countless exes, but he seems different. That’s another reason why I’m drawn to him. An example of a typical wealthy man is Ryker. That fool changes women like he changes his boxers. I feel disgusted remembering how desperate I was, and how I ended up giving that eel my pride. I read more blogs on other celebrities, even Mena.

This was obviously all Damian's doing! "Do you know him, Ms. Spencer?" Sheldon suddenly asked, completely confused. He narrowed his eyes at her. Before Christine could answer him, another voice appeared, sounding spiteful, condescending, and dripping with sarcasm. It was Lacey. "Let me introduce him to you, Mr. Hoover," she said. "This man here is Damian Luther, a poor country bumpkin who's working as a security guard at Spencer Corporation. "Oh, and he's also Ms. Spencer's nominal husband. He's always very haughty and aggressive from day to day!"

“He inherited Valenrose Suites from his family, but he built it into the empire it is today. Then, Valenrose was just a normal hotel—just a 2-star hotel—but he turned it into what it is today, making it a five-star hotel. He doesn’t attend social functions unless absolutely necessary. Even when he attends one, he goes alone. No female companions. He doesn’t entertain rumors, and he hates incompetence.” She blinked. “How do you know all that?” I smiled, lowering my gaze. “People talk. If you listen long enough, you learn things.” But that wasn’t the truth. Not really. The truth was something I had never told anyone here. Not even her. The truth was… He’s my husband. Yes, he is mine. The husba

Attached was a photo of a man's left hand and suit pants, adorned with a platinum ring, understated yet striking. The post stirred immediate reactions. One user exclaimed, "The ring! The ring matches the one the handsome man wore! Wow, he is her husband!" “God damn! Her husband really showed up?" “Am I the only one who noticed her husband's watch? That limited-edition Rolex is stunning! Ah, the perks of being wealthy, no need to work. So jealous!" “Isn't the show crew bothered by this public display of affection? Seriously!" “Renee, just a photo isn't enough! We need a picture of your husband's face! That's the only way we'll believe you! Humph!"

"You went dark. People notice when the CEO vanishes for days. I was... concerned." Lila caught the flicker in Victoria's eyes—something almost like regret. The woman who'd once worn Ethan's ring publicly, who'd graced red carpets on his arm. The one the tabloids had mourned when their engagement ended. Lila had always wondered if Victoria still carried a torch. Now she wondered if that torch had just been used to set everything ablaze. "I need to see the article," Lila said, voice steadier than she felt. Victoria pulled out her phone, tapped the screen, and handed it over. The headline screamed in bold: BILLIONAIRE ETHAN BLACKWOOD'S SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED: ARTIST WIFE HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT?

Federico Amato sat alone in his luxurious penthouse, a half-finished glass of scotch trembling slightly in his hand. The TV played muted footage of Alessandro’s press conference earlier that day. The headlines screamed: ALESSANDRO AMATO RETURNS: THE KING IS BACK SURPRISE ANNOUNCEMENT: SECRET WIFE REVEALED! Federico’s lip curled in disgust. He rewound the footage again and again — watching Antonia stand next to Alessandro, radiant in her simple, elegant dress. Watching how Alessandro’s hand brushed against hers in unconscious affection. "She’s changing him," Federico thought bitterly.

"Mr. Edward Collins Harvey officially announces the ownership of the Atlanta Company's assets and shares. As the largest shareholder of a giant company like Atlanta, Edward Collins Harvey will crack down on all forms of fraud and blah blah blah!" Felicia read the latest news about Edward Collins Harvey that had accidentally appeared on the homepage of her social media app. "Mr. Edward will also officially announce who his secret wife is, which has always been a public question. The mass media is busy and curious. This news had sunk some time ago. But its appearance now is eagerly awaited. " And Felicia read the news silently.

I faced the rows of clothing again and continued to look through them while huffing under my breath; it had just been one of those days. My phone buzzed in my bag. I sighed, yanked it out, fully prepared to scroll past another pointless update from some influencer or socialite. But then I read the headline. BREAKING: Billionaire CEO Alex Taylor Tied to Mysterious Marriage—Meet His Secret Husband. It hit me like a wave as I felt my heart sink into my stomach. The picture was loading slowly before I saw it clearly. Alex in a sleek black tux, standing next to Dennis—that Dennis, his damn secretary—wearing a matching smile. They looked… like a couple.

Right now was not the time to reveal that information. She suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she thought about her new husband, The Almighty Billionaire CEO Sebastian Woods. She wondered how miserable Kathlyn’s reaction would be, when she found out about her marriage to him, especially since Kathlyn believed she could not land a man as good as Brandon. ‘It would be so satisfying to watch.’

I could care less of how I’d look, of who took pictures of me as headlines, or of even how people would see me since I was the billionaire’s wife. Almost immediately, I heard the wheels of a stretch run in. It was swift. My eyes followed it and I saw a familiar wristwatch Sebastian loved wearing. It was a Gucci watch. Oh, my god, it was Sebastian. Sebastian Knight. My billionaire husband.