Novel & Cerita Secret Billionaire Husband

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

Selena countered, her face cold. “Enough!” Raffaele snapped after a moment. “What are you clinging to? Money? Power? Position?” He scoffed. “Isn’t it all gone? The auditors took away his position, right? The guy’s broke. Did you know he’s been supporting you with embezzled funds all this time?” Raffaele’s eyes blazed as he spoke. Silence fell. Selena crossed her arms, staring intently at Raffaele. “Satisfied? Has my husband’s shady dealings been bothering you this much?”

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

But the more I read, the more shocking facts I discovered. Her husband’s name was Lazar Sokolov. Something about the name itched at my memory, it felt so familiar but I could not seem to recall where I had heard it before. I inspected the picture of her husband for a long time. While simultaneously reading the note that the investigator had left behind. “He owns a large construction firm that operates both locally and abroad. Not much about him is public, but he’s very wealthy, a wealthy billionaire. He prefers to stay out of the media, that is why his picture is nowhere to be seen in the media.” He wrote.

The sky outside begins to lighten faintly. I haven’t slept. My eyes burn. My head throbs. And I feel utterly alone. I could call Keisha. I could call Ethan. But I never told them who my husband really is. I never told them that the man I left behind wasn’t just some distant ex. He’s Andre Sebastian. Telling them now, telling them that the billionaire plastered all over the news is my husband and the father of my child, would change everything. And I’m not ready for that.

The fallout between George and me had already stirred buzz, so the follow-up drew eager eyes. The netizens were stunned by the revelations. [Classic freeloader! His wife wanted nothing material, yet he hid his income to fund his brother endlessly. What more is there to say?] [The wife had saintly patience. I'd have turned against him ages ago. If this guy loves his brother that much, why not just marry him?] [Am I alone in seeing beyond family disparities? That aside, this guy publicly smears his wife while profiting off her pain. That's vile enough.]

"Oh, James dropped me home. I was grateful he didn't ask me questions. I would have broken down in the car but luckily, I got home before that happened." "It's okay. sometimes, the bad people must leave for the good ones to show. Who knows, some billionaire somewhere must be missing a rib," Monica teased casually. "Talking about billionaires, how is marriage with a billionaire? I noticed your scent has even changed. You smell like your husband," Gertrude exposed. Monica's cheeks were heated before she said, "Contract husband," she corrected. Gertrude's jaw dropped in surprise. "Don't be surprised. I couldn't tell you because it happened so fast but please keep it a secret. Aside from my fami

It couldn't be the same person. But my hands were shaking as I opened the article. And there, staring back at me from my phone screen, was a photo of my husband in an impeccably tailored suit, standing in what looked like a boardroom, every inch the powerful CEO. Christopher Zane, the article read, youngest billionaire CEO in New York, known for his ruthless business tactics and record-breaking deals. The phone slipped from my numb fingers onto the bed. My husband wasn't just hiding his wealth. He was one of the richest men in the entire city.

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

“Yes. Our relationship just got a little stale. That happens with married couples after a while. I know that we can get that spark back if we work on it.” Regina wasn’t sure how to take his comment. Yes, he loved her, but there was a but in his proposition. “Is it that guy? Is that why you are hesitating?” “What guy?” “Regina, I saw online last week that you were dating a billionaire in Florida. I know I don’t have that kind of money, but at least my profession doesn’t put you on a gossip blog,” he said with a smirk. Regina tried to smile back, but she couldn’t. It was Scott. She was crazy about him. She had started to fall for him. However, was the man that she had spent over three months w