Secret Life Of My Billionaire Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

"Emma, I beg you, don't go in there. Don’t leave me after all these secrets are revealed!" I jerked my wrist violently until my husband’s grip slipped. My chest heaved as I struggled to contain my surging emotions. "Rex! Enough! Let me go right now!" A flash of fear in Rex’s usually steely, hawk-like eyes revealed just how fragile the billionaire was when his biggest secret was on the brink of utter ruin. Ignoring my husband’s hoarse cries, I strode resolutely toward the hospital bed, my heart pounding erratically.

She had always seen Anderson as someone who struggled to keep a steady job, but the wealth revealed in these papers is beyond anything she could have imagined. Her mouth hangs slightly open as she reads about offshore accounts and investments, her expression shifting from shock to bewilderment. It's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a side of Anderson she never knew existed, Shocked and bewildered, Cassie's mind races as she grapples with the revelation that her husband had been living a double life as a secret billionaire, keeping her completely in the dark all this time.

he whispered to her. Hope flashed in his eyes. He sighed and faced the old man. "Grandma, my husband is not joking. I can get a one billion peso loan but on one condition... I am the one who will handle all the finances of the company to make sure it'll run smoothly."

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.

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.

“Weren't we secretly married?" She responded, feigning innocence. Marcelo leaned back, crossing his legs to ease the mood. “What makes you think that?" he asked. “Didn't I place the wedding ring on your finger?" Renee reflexively glanced at her right hand, where the pink diamond sparkled under the light. “I thought...we had agreed to keep our marriage a secret..." “We never made such an agreement," Marcelo replied, his mood visibly uplifted, like a child reveling in a newfound treasure.

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortune. I turned to Eric slowly “You’re a billionaire,” I blurted, as I practically shoved my phone in his face. “You’re a billionaire heir. Why didn’t you tell me?!” He froze, eyes widening slightly as he saw the video. “Sienna, I—” “No, don’t ‘Sienna’ me! Why is the internet calling you a billionaire heir?!” He raised his palms gently, like he was approaching a startled animal. “Let’s breathe for a moment. We were about to go get breakfast. Why don't we eat first and I promise I’ll explain anything you want to know.”

The way she was dressed and the way she moved in front of me made her very irresistible and tempting. She held my hand and led me into the space inside the heart-shaped roses. They were fresh and healthy. We just stood in there silently for a while as she looked around, smiling. "So, when will you tell me?" I finally asked. "My biggest secret?" "Yes," I replied, turning to look at her alluring face. We both faced each other with a considerable distance between us. "Hm. Okay. My secret is, I'm in an arranged marriage with a billionaire, and we have ten months left until we get divorced."