Secret Life Of My Billionaire Husband の小説・ストーリー

He knew the dangers of letting her family know who she was going to be and where. They were going to announce that they were married at a later time when they were a little more settled in their own lives. It would just be easier without the tabloids and the scandal pages of the newspaper reporting on their every move when they just began. He knew how the system worked, and he was willing to help navigate that, so she wasn't affected. This was completely different for her. This would be completely different for any normal person who was stepping up into this position that would be the one next to him. Being the wife of a billionaire was going to be overwhelming, but at the same time, it woul

“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

Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over them, an unspoken truth that lingered beneath the surface of their burgeoning connection. On the day of the wedding, the mansion buzzed with activity. Victoria, dressed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. The air was charged with anticipation, but an unexpected twist awaited them. As Victoria descended the grand staircase, she heard the commotion outside. The paparazzi had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and his bride. Panic set in as the staff rushed to shield Alexander from the intrusive cameras. In the chaos, Victoria found herself pulled into a secluded alcove with

And he didn’t inform me because he knew I would object. Picking up my purse, I brush down my jacket and say to Henry, “That’s his problem. I’m leaving.” Henry winces and asks, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I don’t want you getting into trouble.” He trails after me as I march out the door and cross the secretaries’ floor. The others stare at me in curiosity but I pay no mind. “Star…” “Tell him I already left before anyone could inform me.” “But…” “Also, could you chip in that he’s a flaming hot pile of billionaire shit?”

I reached for the burner phone I had hidden under my pillow. A notification popped up. Transaction Complete: $100,000,000.00 I stared at the screen until the numbers blurred. He actually did it. My father—the man who audits every single expense at his company, the man who lectures me on "financial responsibility"—just dropped a hundred million dollars to keep a secret. He didn't even fight it. He didn't call the police. He didn't try to negotiate. He just paid the "I slept with my son-in-law" tax.

I feel a crack in my chest, but I remind myself that I knew my place in his life. Inside the ballroom, heads turn. Every eye follows us. I know what they’re thinking, the rebellious millionaire’s rumored gay son and his mysterious wife. I tighten my grip on Larry’s hand. If I let go, I might collapse. He leans in, his breath brushing my ear. "You think they know our secret?" I smile, pretending he’s whispered sweet nothings. “They’re feeding on rumors, hoping for confirmation. But we’re not giving them anything.” My smile deepens, more real now.

But then again, I couldn't have said that to Stella. "Just curious." I whispered. I felt the couch dip slightly as she turned towards me. "Well, he is the CEO of the biggest company of New York. His dad's a rich guy. He himself is a rich guy. I mean, you go to his apartment and your mind blows off. He, on the first hand, is really rude. He thinks of himself as the biggest and most strongest man. And blah blah...he switches his girlfriends like about two times in a day and those girls would be the meanest you can ever see."

She showed me the screen. [LOCKWOOD WEDDING CALLED OFF: Billionaire’s Bride-to-be Flees Penthouse Days Before Ceremony] Below the headline was a photo of Xander and me from some charity gala, looking happy and in love. The irony was devastating. “How did they find out so fast?” “Someone must have talked. A vendor who got a cancellation notice, someone at the venue, someone in Xander’s office.” Maya scrolled through the article. “They don’t have details yet. Just that the wedding was called off suddenly and that you left the penthouse last night.”

The door handle turned. A voice brushed against my ear before I could even move. “Your husband wants you home.” Cold metal pressed against my neck. My blood turned to ice. And that stopped second, I realizedCharles had found us. “The world doesn’t need proof to hate a woman, it only needs a picture.” The title burned across every screen I passed. “Billionaire’s Wife Caught in Scandal: Secret Affair Exposed.” My name. My face. My life is all torn apart in a single shot.

I don't answer him, just stare at his pissed off expression in the mirror while I struggle with my hair. He's been pestering me so much lately about my decision of keeping our marriage a secret. I find it kinda cute that the great billionaire is also a petty fellow. "Can we just take our clothes off and get back to bed?* He asks and this time I burst out laughing. “You're doing business with the Ashords, Mr Moretti. You should go." I place the last hairpin holding the bun in place before turning around. " Besides, I'm still your wife whether or not others know it.”