Secret Wife, Real Billionaire Novels & Stories

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.

"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.

"You went dark. People notice when the CEO vanishes for days. I was... concerned." Lila caught the flicker in Victoria's eyes—something almost like regret. The woman who'd once worn Ethan's ring publicly, who'd graced red carpets on his arm. The one the tabloids had mourned when their engagement ended. Lila had always wondered if Victoria still carried a torch. Now she wondered if that torch had just been used to set everything ablaze. "I need to see the article," Lila said, voice steadier than she felt. Victoria pulled out her phone, tapped the screen, and handed it over. The headline screamed in bold: BILLIONAIRE ETHAN BLACKWOOD'S SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED: ARTIST WIFE HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT?

“I always keep my appointments.” Forward he leaned his elbows resting on the table while steepling his fingers. “Let us start with the main point. You have managed to stay hidden until now. The number of leaks from your system has increased. The word about you named Selene has started to spread. You must make a choice between control now or total loss later on.” I presented my hands to the table while I tilted my body backward. “I said I’d wait. I’m not going public yet.”

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

he began, “my father was introducing me to a line of women—engineers, lawyers, heiresses. All of them ‘perfect matches’ for me. I got fed up, and I told him I was already seeing someone.” Sienna blinked. “Okay… and?” He cleared his throat. “They kept pushing. Wanted to know who she was. And… I said it was you.” She didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Her mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out. “I told them we’ve been together for a few months,” he continued carefully. “That you were private, grounded, not from our world. Which, ironically, made them more excited to meet you.” Sienna blinked twice. “You told your billionaire parents that you’re dating me—your secretary—because you got bored of ta

But at the same time, she cannot help but to find it quite suspicious - it is suspicious that the computer geek of the underground world wasn’t able to crack the code of the security program that a newbie devised. “So my client five years ago is none other than the only woman billionaire in the country huh? The one who actually removed all the restrictions of what a woman can have and cannot have? Well, I didn’t expect that I will have a big shot client” that is what the man said which instantly made Shin Alexandra frown because the moment that she saw sight of the man’s face - which she doesn’t know that whether or not is his real face in the first place - she knows that it is a face that

"As in... the Stormbournes?" I could practically see the gears grinding in Tasha’s head. She looked at me, then at Aria, then back at me. I could see her mental board spinning a web of rumors: The secret wife. The hidden marriage. The messy divorce. I could almost hear her brain typing out the headline: Billionaire’s Madam Works as Low-Level Secretary to Escape Scandal. Gilroy turned to me, his face shifting from "furious CEO" to "terrified subordinate." He cleared his throat and stepped toward Aria, his tone dripping with deference.

“Not at all. But… there is a catch.” “A catch?” “Yes. You see, I have another secret I need to share with you.” His sparkling eyes let her know that she wasn’t going to get mad at him this time. “Besides hiding your identity from me, and the fact that you’re a billionaire, what other secret could you possibly have?” “Well, you see, before my father died, I was investing money in a housing project. After I took over my father’s company, I was able to purchase this particular housing project. I’ll be building houses all over the United States.”

But something stopped her. If this person knew about Theo… knew about the penthouse… knew enough to take photos inside her own apartment… How long had they been watching? She opened the photos again. Zoomed in on the first one. Theo’s bed. The dinosaur nightlight she bought last Christmas. The crack in the wall she always meant to patch. Everything familiar. Everything wrong. She typed. What do you want? Reply came faster this time. Money. A lot of it. Or I send these to every tabloid in the city. “Billionaire’s Secret Love Child” sells papers.