Secret Wife, Real Billionaire Novels & Stories

Thompson frown. When she was a kid, she was too close to her grandfather. Neither was she not the successor of the Thompson family; they treated her right. She's the favorite granddaughter of Mr. Thompson. "You know there was a house in the middle of the forest. I owned that house and even the land. You will live there with Sebastian." Solene nodded. She bowed her head as she felt embarrassed that Bruce witnessed how badly her relative treated her. She felt scared that Bruce might take advantage of her and abuse her.

And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortune. I turned to Eric slowly “You’re a billionaire,” I blurted, as I practically shoved my phone in his face. “You’re a billionaire heir. Why didn’t you tell me?!” He froze, eyes widening slightly as he saw the video. “Sienna, I—” “No, don’t ‘Sienna’ me! Why is the internet calling you a billionaire heir?!” He raised his palms gently, like he was approaching a startled animal. “Let’s breathe for a moment. We were about to go get breakfast. Why don't we eat first and I promise I’ll explain anything you want to know.”

Another picture. He was opening the passenger door of his car for me. Another. He was looking at me. Not at the cameras. At me. The headline underneath read: BLACKWELL HEIR FINALLY FOUND LOVE? BILLIONAIRE CEO SPOTTED WITH LONGTIME SECRET GIRLFRIEND. I stared at the screen. My heart skipped. "So..." Mimi said softly. "Are you going to tell me why the internet thinks you're dating the richest bachelor in the country?" I looked away. "I can't."

"Sierra just locked herself in the guest room. She won't even look at me. She thinks I got Vivian pregnant, Nigel. She thinks the whole three years were a setup." Nigel was quiet for a second. I could hear him shuffling papers on his desk. "Boss, look at the wording they used. They called her the 'Wellington Heiress.' The press thinks the secret wife is Vivian because she’s the one who’s been seen staying in your office. The public doesn't even know Sierra exists." "Yeah, because I kept her hidden like a fucking criminal," I muttered, bitterness coating my tongue.

She was a little secret between my late mother and I and I intended to use her very soon to get what I wanted from Justin. I honestly thought the photo scandal would drag both of them to the mug but after hearing Scott's little speech this morning, I knew that Naomi had escaped from my claws once again. The shareholders on the other hand were not reacting the way I presumed they would. Infact none of them had said a word ever since the incident so I have decided to opt into another way. I got up from Susan's bed, leaving her to lay weakly on the bed. I moved forward to the door and with one final glance, I walked out of the room.

Her stomach twisted as her own face flashed across the screen—taken from a distance, without her consent. THE BILLIONAIRE, DAMAIN VOSS’ PREGNANT EX-WIFE LIVING IN SECRET – SOME CLAIMS CHILD MIGHT NOT BE HIS Her photo was splashed beside a headline in bold white letters. Underneath were words she couldn’t tear her eyes away from: Anonymous sources reveal that Aria Voss, former wife of billionaire Damian Voss, is expecting a child whose paternity is “uncertain.” Speculation arises about whether the business tycoon divorced her after discovering infidelity. Some allege she was after the Voss fortune from the start, carefully orchestrating her pregnancy to secure lifelong financial support.

Giselle showed off in the crowd holding her phone. The photo on the screen did show Yelena with a man. “Don’t know him, right? This is Mr. Z Hamerton! Yelena was at his welcoming dinner!” “The third heir of Centrolis’ Hamertons?” “Of course! He’s the real rich man!” Everyone looked at Yelena enviously. They knew that Mr. Z Hamerton kept a low profile. He had never made an official appearance in the media to this day, and people who got to meet him were few and far between.

“I always knew she was overqualified. I knew something about her didn’t add up. I suspected she wasn’t telling us everything.” I should have looked into it sooner. I finally knew what it was. She hadn’t simply hidden her experience. She had hidden who she truly was. Kingston’s daughter. A faint laugh escaped me. “So this was never just about money.” She came from money already. Perhaps not the kind of Vilmorre's money. But enough. Enough influence. Enough connections. Enough opportunity. I shook my head. “The motive couldn’t be clearer.” Hale frowned. “Aleks…”

I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog. “No known relationship status.” That line caught me. He has no woman in his life? That’s surprising. Other billionaires usually have countless exes, but he seems different. That’s another reason why I’m drawn to him. An example of a typical wealthy man is Ryker. That fool changes women like he changes his boxers. I feel disgusted remembering how desperate I was, and how I ended up giving that eel my pride. I read more blogs on other celebrities, even Mena.

Safe. Or so he thought. He was halfway through signing another document when the door to his office burst open. Jason — his usually composed PR manager — rushed in, phone in hand, eyes wide. “Sir— you need to see this.” Adrian frowned. “What is it?” Jason wordlessly handed over the phone. Across the glowing screen, the headline blared like a siren. “Adrian Blackwood: The Tycoon With A Secret Child? Anonymous source reveals shocking details about the billionaire’s hidden family life.”