Secret Wife, Real Billionaire Novelas e Histórias

And opened it. My breath caught. Alexander was standing there. Alone. For a second, I couldn't move. He wasn't wearing his jacket anymore. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and his tie was slightly loosened, making him look less like the polished billionaire my mother had introduced me to and more like the man who had been standing in my room earlier tonight. The man who knew. The man behind the account. Anonymous. My fingers tightened around the edge of the door. I glanced past him.

“Of course. If it is madam Valerie, then I would gladly accept the favor. What is it? Just name one.” Valerie lifted her head. There was a holo-image on her smile, the picture of serenity on which she can use to advertise a lake vacation in a virtual theatre. But even when she’s smiling, her gaze is cold, so sharp it can cut the air. “I have a story to tell. It is something that can give you a lot of fortune. “A story that can give me a fortune, I am in.” “The story is about a CEO and a conglomerate who will inherit a billion dollar fortune. He is hiding a secret child. He had the kid by an accident, together with his college friend. However, the CEO was engaged to another conglomerate woman

Not only that, but she had also leaked the company's resources to someone else and demanded a cut of the billionaire president's assets. There was even a photo of her meeting the Darai business partner, taken at an angle that made it look like they were kissing. There were many comments below the article, all from Grace's haters. "Shameless! How can a cheater like her ask for a piece of his fortune?" "I heard that the president is actually Benjamin Hawkins of Hawkins Group. That cheating secretary is Grace Lewis!" "I knew that bitch was a schemer. Roast her, girls!" "That backstabbing idiot! He's playing dirty right after the divorce!" Emily said through gritted teeth.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

"You will never, ever ask me about my past before this agreement. And you will never set foot in the small apartment I live in now." Julian Thorne stared at me, a fascinating mix of annoyance and dawning intrigue in his eyes. He hesitated, clearly sensing the massive secret that lay just beneath my request. Then, with a curt, decisive nod, he answered. "Agreed. Now sign." I dipped the expensive pen into the ink. There was no turning back. I just sold myself to the one man in the world who could destroy me, all to protect the one thing he already owned. My name is Evelyn Reed, and I just married the father of my secret child.

Quietly, I slipped my own phone from the side pocket of my dress, quickly navigating to the website the woman had specified. The headline I encountered made my blood run cold. THE SECRET OF BACHELOR BILLIONAIRE, ROMINIC VERLICE, FINALLY REVEALED. HE'S A FATHER!

"It's not them that want it secret, but I do. I'm not ready to get the spotlight, so I asked them not to say anything for the time being." Jenny narrowed her eyes at her. "You're weird. People usually flaunt their marriage, especially if they're married to billionaires. But you're the opposite." Anna could only let out a chuckle. It didn't bother her at all to find her accusations. "That's what makes me different from them." They talked for the next few minutes. It eased her mind because Anna could speak freely to Jenny. It turned out that having no secret was better than hiding it. But she didn't regret doing it, given her circumstances.

Federico Amato sat alone in his luxurious penthouse, a half-finished glass of scotch trembling slightly in his hand. The TV played muted footage of Alessandro’s press conference earlier that day. The headlines screamed: ALESSANDRO AMATO RETURNS: THE KING IS BACK SURPRISE ANNOUNCEMENT: SECRET WIFE REVEALED! Federico’s lip curled in disgust. He rewound the footage again and again — watching Antonia stand next to Alessandro, radiant in her simple, elegant dress. Watching how Alessandro’s hand brushed against hers in unconscious affection. "She’s changing him," Federico thought bitterly.

She whispered in shock, "Marcelo, are you out of your mind? The winery, at its best, is worth half a billion!" Five hundred million, not another cent more! Marcelo, noticing Renee’s grip on his sleeve, chose not to ask her to let go. "Mrs. King, consider this as me letting you know that I am a billionaire so spend my money." Renee was speechless, her earlier attempts at inflating auction prices paling in comparison to Marcelo’s lavish expenditure. She knew he was wealthy because he owned KM Group but a lot of people didn’t know that and so they often underestimated him.

A cat slept on a pile of romance novels. Victoria was behind the counter. She looked exactly like her photograph. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Tired smile. "Can I help you?" she asked. I walked to the counter. My heart pounded. "My name is Ellie. This is Liam. This is Anna." Victoria's eyes narrowed. "Do I know you?" "No. But I know your father. Charles Sterling." The color drained from her face. "I do not know anyone by that name." "He was your father. He died a few months ago. Cancer. He left behind a lot of secrets. You are one of them."