Novel & Cerita Secret Life Of My Billionaire Husband

"Well, the secret is I'm pregnant with his baby." The words hang in the air, heavy with implication. I glance at Ethan, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. Such a manipulative and calculative woman who is the real personification of a gold digger and who has the guts to do go any lengths just to marry a billionaire. I’m still wondering why Ethan is here. I do think that he is somewhat hurt. Who wouldn’t? Hence, I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Do you still want to go in?"

"It has to be a secret marriage." "Mr. Black is no longer a bachelor? It's fine, I can go and kill myself now then. What's the excess of me living anymore?" "I don't believe this." "There's no wedding band around his finger." "In addition to that, he's let any woman close to him. Not even his secretary!" "Did you hear about this secretary he brought to this year Lynch's yearly Charity Event?" "I didn't. Who did he bring?" "They say she's dead gorgeous."

I whispered to Enzo as he chatted with the governor. Sylas's eyes narrowed as he approached me, every step radiating a cold arrogance that made him unrecognizable. This wasn’t the man I had married. The tailored suit, polished shoes, and gleaming wristwatch screamed wealth. A stark contrast to the life I’d been living. For five long years, I had scraped and struggled to keep our family afloat, all while he had secretly been living in luxury. The truth hit hard. He’d been hiding his fortune, likely showering Taylor with the riches he denied me.

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

“That was a lie. I am Adrian Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood Empire. CEO of the largest conglomerate in this country.” Elena’s lips parted, her face paling. “You… you’re lying.” My grandmother’s serene voice broke in. “He is not lying, child. Everything you see here, everything around you belongs to him.” The silence that followed was deafening. Elena’s wide eyes flicked between us, her world shifting beneath her feet. And then I whispered, almost too quietly, but enough for her to hear. “But that’s only part of the truth, Elena. The real reason I married you… is something else entirely.”

Jessa finally said. Mia’s chest tightened instantly. There it was again. The reminder. The threat hidden beneath every conversation. Mia looked down at her lap quietly. Sometimes she wondered how her life had spiralled into this mess so quickly. A few weeks ago she was struggling to survive. Now she was preparing to marry one of the most powerful men she had ever met while secretly planning to steal from him. Nothing about her life felt real anymore. “Mia.” Her attention returned immediately. “Yes?” “Don’t ruin this.”

But slowly, over time, I’d opened up to Dillon. Dillon. With his gorgeous green eyes and charming, boyish grin. With his stupid aprons and pasta-making skills. I’d really thought… But he’d betrayed me too. He’d kept a massive secret from me. I’d thought we were close and I’d confided in him. The whole time, though, he’d had this past, this marriage, that he didn’t even tell me about? Was I really that naïve? That foolish? Was I that bad at reading men? Clearly, there was something wrong with me.

This was with the Caelum family. Everyone in Velmora talked about them. The Caelum brothers were rich. Powerful. Secretive. Dangerous. No one knew which one Penny was marrying. That was the big reveal. Most people hoped it wasn't the eldest. The dangerous one. Rumors had it that he had sex with a woman before her husband. And what frightened the husband more was that his wife enjoyed every bit of it. To other women, he was a fantasy who made their ovaries chun. To other men, he was the cause of their wet dreams.

He wasn’t just a billionaire; he was someone who operated in shadows most people feared to enter. And yet, there it was, as clear as day at the bottom of the page: Status: Currently out and happily married. I stared at the screen, my chest tightening. Happily married? Was that what they thought this was? I closed the browser, my hands shaking. This wasn’t just about me anymore. I needed to know the man I had married, the one who carried secrets that could destroy lives—and maybe mine too.

I barely even breathed as he took my hand—my fingers instantly stiffening at his touch—and pressed a small folded note into my palm. My stomach churned. Something was wrong. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I slowly unfolded the paper. And the moment my eyes landed on the words scrawled across it, my breath hitched. **"Say yes, Olivia. Or everyone in this room will find out exactly who you are. Olivia Richards. The secret daughter of a billionaire."** The words blurred as panic set in. My blood turned to ice. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like I couldn’t breathe.