Secret Life Of My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

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.

It was a chance of a lifetime, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers. I flicked my blonde hair over my shoulder, twirling a strand around my finger as I stared at Cullen with a coy smile. "I'm ready, it's a deal." I purred, watching as his eyes lit up with excitement. But there was one secret I couldn't bring myself to tell him. The one thing that could ruin everything. The fact that I was already married. But I couldn't let him get in the way of my jackpot. I couldn't let Cullen know the truth, or everything would fall apart.

“Now I see what the problem was last time. There’s the placenta, and there’s the head. We saw that last time. Down here, though-” “There’s another head,” I said. “Congratulations,” the doctor said. “The two of you are having twins!” This ends season one of “A Secret Baby For My Billionaire Boss.” If you would like another season of this book, or any of my other books, please send me an email at Krista.Lakes@g***l.com or find me on F******k. I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, there are many more of my stories available on R****h, including several secret baby romances!

I said softly, “the woman he loves just came back.” He blinked, confused. “Then… we should leave, right? So we don’t bother him?” My throat tightened. “Yeah, baby. We should.” That night, after Leo fell asleep in the guest room, I sat in the dark and stared at the glowing screen. Seven years—married in name, separate in practice; sharing a roof like strangers while silence and his family’s men kept watch. I’d married into a Mafia dynasty—not for power, not for protection, but for love.

"You don't hide a lie in a number that's wrong. You hide it in a number that's too right." "How did you," Noah started, then stopped. "Three of them missed it. I missed it. You found it in ninety seconds, pregnant, sitting on a folding chair in a dress shop." "I used to do this for a company worth billions." The words came out before I could stop them, and I heard him catch the past tense, the used to, the billions, all of it. "A long time ago. In another life." He didn't ask. Grace must have trained him too.

Then, with all the confidence she could gather, she said, "Father...This is my husband." The silence that followed was deafening. Kingston looked at me. Then at Klaire. Then back at me again. His lips parted. "You..." His voice carried complete disbelief. "...You're telling me...you married Aleksander Vilmorre?" I looked sideways at Klaire. She still hadn't looked at me once. But I could feel her hand shaking against my arm. She was terrified. Desperate. And for reasons I couldn't explain... Instead of exposing the lie... I found myself saying nothing at all.

“Right. So now my greatest sin is being too good at putting a room together.” “Your greatest sin,” he said, “might be that you’ve spent too long believing your beauty could clean everything up.” That was the second one. I felt that faint nausea rise again. My instinct went straight to my stomach, to the small secret I had carried home for him. For us. For the night that was supposed to become one of the best nights of my life. And suddenly I could see how grotesque it all was. Me, standing here defending my dignity in front of a husband who didn’t even respect me enough to keep the words cheap woman behind his teeth. And inside my body, a baby I had wanted to give him wrapped in an invisible

she said softly, then turned back to me. “You done?” she asked. “Yeah.” I slumped back in my chair, suddenly exhausted. “I think that’s everything.” Lilac nodded, her eyes scanning me carefully. “And you’re sure you’re not leaving anything out? Because this feels like one of those drama series where there’s always one last bombshell.” “Very funny.” I rubbed my temples. “No, Lilac. That’s it. His dead wife, his secret daughter, and the freaking half a million dollars he sent me without saying a word.”

I faced the rows of clothing again and continued to look through them while huffing under my breath; it had just been one of those days. My phone buzzed in my bag. I sighed, yanked it out, fully prepared to scroll past another pointless update from some influencer or socialite. But then I read the headline. BREAKING: Billionaire CEO Alex Taylor Tied to Mysterious Marriage—Meet His Secret Husband. It hit me like a wave as I felt my heart sink into my stomach. The picture was loading slowly before I saw it clearly. Alex in a sleek black tux, standing next to Dennis—that Dennis, his damn secretary—wearing a matching smile. They looked… like a couple.

But, I just found out that my husband was the son of a billionaire. We have been together for months and he didn't even think of letting me know. How long was he planning on keeping the secret from me? I wouldn't even find out if not for the fact that I went through his phone. I was actually searching for his best picture to frame for him as a birthday gift but instead I discovered something shocking. Not even my boyfriend or a fiance, but my own husband was the son of a billionaire and I didn't even have the slightest idea.