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

"You will never, ever ask me about my past before this agreement. And you will never set foot in the small apartment I live in now." Julian Thorne stared at me, a fascinating mix of annoyance and dawning intrigue in his eyes. He hesitated, clearly sensing the massive secret that lay just beneath my request. Then, with a curt, decisive nod, he answered. "Agreed. Now sign." I dipped the expensive pen into the ink. There was no turning back. I just sold myself to the one man in the world who could destroy me, all to protect the one thing he already owned. My name is Evelyn Reed, and I just married the father of my secret child.

Cassie's phone was buzzing nonstop in her pocket as she was instructing one of her employees in the main gallery of the art center. A quick look revealed a barrage of texts and multiple missed calls, all from unidentified numbers. She looked at one of the texts, bewildered. It was a link to an article on the internet. The headline, which read in huge letters, "Billionaire Nicholas Scott's Secret Marriage and a Baby on the Way?" made her heart drop as she clicked on it.

“Shut up. I’m serious about it” “OK, I promise” “Alright”, I sighed, “he asked me to marry him.” As I said that, she looked at me like I had gone mad. “What?” I asked. “You expect me to believe that famous billionaire, Noah Knight, asked you to marry?” she gave me a look of disbelief.

I muttered to my empty room, feeling the weight pressing down on my chest. I hadn’t even figured out how I was supposed to do it. How was I going to steal Maxwell’s documents? Where would I even start? It wasn’t like I had any experience in something like this. I wasn’t a spy, and I sure as hell wasn’t cut out for sneaking around, betraying the man I was married to. Married…. The thought made my chest tighten. He’d done something kind for me—something genuine. And I was planning to stab him in the back. The realization hit me harder than I wanted to admit.

I stopped stirring my tea and the spoon clinked against the glass. “A child?” I asked quietly. She nodded “I’ve heard whispers. Someone saw her at a hospital years ago. I don’t have proof yet, but I thought you should know.” My expression didn’t change, but my mind started working fast. I always knew Elena had secrets. I just didn’t think they were this big. “If Lucien finds out she’s been lying to him,” I said slowly, “the marriage will end itself.” Valeria smiles like a snake. “Then we’ll make sure he finds out.”

Nothing in the Billion household was ever ever really still for very long. She stood still when her phone vibrated with a notification. It was a headline on an article: "Charles Billion's Secret Marriage to Fiona Generys: The Billion Heiress Marries in a Secret Ceremony But What Does It Bode for the Family Dynasty?" Fiona's heart dropped, her pulse racing as she skimmed the words. This was not the headline she had anticipated. She was about to swipe away the alert when another one flashed on the screen: "Scandal in Billion Family: Charles Billion's New Bride Was Kept a Secret Here's What You Didn't Know

Her voice trembled with the effort of keeping her composure, but she straightened her shoulders anyway, remembering every lesson in survival her past had forced her to learn. The doors swung open. Light exploded—camera flashes everywhere, lightning white and blinding. June flinched, eyes watering, but Dante didn’t even blink. He pulled her close, letting everyone see his grip. This was their big reveal: the most eligible billionaire in New York, stepping out with a secret wife and a four-year-old heir. The “Public Debut.” All eyes locked on June. The hush was palpable, a living thing, as the city’s powerful and petty alike measured her with hungry curiosity, ready to pounce at the first sign

I wanted to know what he had been hiding from me. And perhaps, just perhaps, I wanted to know whether the quiet man I had married was more powerful than I had ever imagined. I stepped into the hallway. The resort was already beginning to come alive. Guests moved through the corridors. Staff hurried around carrying luggage and trays. I adjusted my sunglasses and walked toward the exit. Three million dollars sat inside my account. Adrian had chosen Serena. Again. But I wasn't going to let that ruin my morning. I had money. I had beauty. I had my husband waiting somewhere ahead of me. And perhaps I was about to discover that my husband had something far more valuable than money. A secret. I smi

His jaws were constantly clenching and his eyes were darkly staring at me. "You wanna play hide and seek, huh?" He paused and laughed. "Really? Step cousin? I didn't know you're kinky." I glared at him for a second. "Cut the crap! I said that to save us." "Save us? You don't want him to know that you're married because you like him, Lily. Is that it?" What a stupid assumption. "Think whatever you want to think." "You fcking denied our marriage."

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.