Secret Wife, Real Billionaire Novels & Stories

But for now, we will just dismiss the idea, even the thoughts of it. Since Kaiden as decided to come back to the winning team, we will welcome him with an open mind but my secret will forever remain till I want to disclose them. Did I mention that I am living large now? Yes I am. I am proudly a billionaire all thanks to Mrs Kingston, my sweetheart. She really thinks that I will keep quiet after embezzling such amount to my account, she will pray that she didn't in the first place. That will also be an evidence to trap her. I have it all planned out.

“You really didn’t know.” I hung up before she could say more, my fingers trembling as I scrambled through my phone. And there it was—the headline screaming back at me. Billionaire Colton Sinclair’s Secret Engagement to the Faceless Famous Vivienne Laurent Finally Revealed.

She tapped on one and began, “I warned you before and I’ll say it again. There is nothing but trouble in his wake. Whatever you’re considering, don’t do it. You don’t want to be this man’s next victim.” “I know that too. Just read it out already.” “Fine! Ethan Riordan, age 30, is the secret billionaire of the Riordans. Rumors have it that although he wasn’t made the CEO of C and K, he has a secret business which he ran without the eyes of anyone.” Dali paused, her eyes fixed on Anna. “After his accident years ago that left him crippled, his public appearance was a little bit almost nothing, hiding in the shadows. He was in a relationship with a girl some years back.

"But what meetings does he attend here? Thought the wine press at my town was destroyed. Does he have a company here?" Sara nodded. "He does." Bethany wondered how rich he was cause he isn't being recognized by the media and no one talks about him. Infact, he is just like an ordinary man who had nothing whereas he owns big industries. "He is a silent billionaire I see." Sara lifted the corners of her lips into a smile, "Yes you are right. A billionaire who hates to be recognized so he makes sure to keep hidden what he does secret, leaving the world to wonder who does it."

"How do you mean? He asked. "The young boy, who just lost her parents at the time, came into the school as a disguised Billionaire, making every one believe that he was in the school on scholarship, but very few persons who knew him, told us everything". She says, almost whispering this time, as if someone might be listening. "Who is this secret billionaire? He asked, getting more interested in the story. "He is Craig Anderson, the only grand son of the Anderson, the president of the Apple international technological industries". She says with a knowing smile.

“You’re talking nonsense. I’m leaving. Thanks for dinner.” I started walking, but he grabbed my wrist. “Let go. What the hell are you doing?” I glanced around, worried people were staring. Derek was well-known here, and so was I. The last thing I needed was a paparazzo snapping a photo of us. “Give me a chance, Elara. I’ll take care of your son too,” he begged, dropping the one secret I’d kept hidden for years. My eyes widened in horror. “H-how do you know?”

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

She hugged him, burying her face in his neck, while Benjamim lifted her off the ground, ecstatic with the news. “You’re going to have another heir,” she pulled back and told him, “and this time with no secrets. No billionaire’s secret child.” He kissed her and tucked the paper into his pocket. Holding her hand, he walked her back to the car. While Adam slept peacefully, they returned to the road, with the whole world ahead, waiting to be explored.

“I mean, look at you. You look way over thirty—you’re old enough so don't play dumb. Be realistic. A guy like that—tall, fit, loaded—how many men fit that standard? And you really thought…” She bursts into laughter. “You thought the best he could do was you?” My frown deepen. “I don’t want to have this conversation. Excuse me.” I stand to leave, but she yanks me back. “I’m not done with you, fatty. Don’t run away like some emotional little girl. Listen carefully—I want you out of his life for good. Oh, and did I mention he owns a secret p**n company? That’s where his money comes from. Can’t you see I’m saving you the embarrassment? Or do you want to see your bathroom and sex tape on one of h