Secretly Married To My Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

, She blurted out and I understood. "I have a job, which I love but as soon as everyone knows I'm married to the tycoon man, I'll be known as his wife but I'm more than that, so much more", she spoke and I knew she was doing the right thing. In the industry, in any industry, business is always a ploy. "You changed your name didn't you?", Caroline asked and I nodded my head.

But we haven't. The fact that we're actually on the brink of losing our careers scares every inch of me, especially now that we are keeping a huge secret to the public, Zanaya not only being secretly married but in fact, on her sixth month of pregnancy. Imagine how people will react to that if the news suddenly blows? "Tokyo..." he whispered my name pulling me back from my train of thoughts, my insides feeling calmer, his presence making my heart be at peace even after all that has happened that are slowly shredding me into bits.

"Well, the secret is I'm pregnant with his baby." The words hang in the air, heavy with implication. I glance at Ethan, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. Such a manipulative and calculative woman who is the real personification of a gold digger and who has the guts to do go any lengths just to marry a billionaire. I’m still wondering why Ethan is here. I do think that he is somewhat hurt. Who wouldn’t? Hence, I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Do you still want to go in?"

So that girl had been taking a picture, after all! The headline of the article stood out in big bold letters. Hatfield Heir Secretly Married To His Secretary!

Maybe this was a blessing, what we needed to make everything real, and the love I had harbored for three years could come to light. Jasmine pulled me into another hug, letting me breathe and relax as she stroked my hair. I made up my mind to tell Drake tomorrow after work. "The number you have dialed is unreachable," the automated voice filled me with more anxiety as I pulled into the garage at work. Maybe calling him wasn’t the best idea. I tucked my phone away and decided to focus on work, planning to drop by his place after. The elevator dinged, and I brushed off the rude stares from my coworkers. Ever since people knew I was married to New York's most eligible billionaire and still worke

Outside, the city blurred into night; inside, the car hummed with a quiet that broke only when a notification buzzed on Elena’s phone—an alert of headlines and speculation already forming online. She opened it with hands that trembled only slightly and saw the first of the morning’s angles beginning to take shape. Her breath caught when she read a line that had begun its life as a whisper at the table and now sat bold and hungry on the screen: *“Billionaire’s bride: business move or true love?”*

I’m just a maid, nothing more. I bet he laughed his ass off in his head. A maid… expecting a kiss from her billionaire boss. Pathetic.

"And because leaking confidential corporate information constitutes a criminal offense, I'll have my legal team pursue every civil and criminal remedy available." For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled.. "This," he said, his eyes lighting up again, "is going to be the most interesting year of my career." I couldn't help arching a brow. "Is that so?" "Oh, absolutely." He hugged the tablet dramatically against his chest. "The rightful CEO secretly running the biggest fashion empire in New York..." His gaze drifted toward Zane. "...while pretending to be married to a billionaire just to destroy her awful ex-husband?"

He wasn’t just a billionaire; he was someone who operated in shadows most people feared to enter. And yet, there it was, as clear as day at the bottom of the page: Status: Currently out and happily married. I stared at the screen, my chest tightening. Happily married? Was that what they thought this was? I closed the browser, my hands shaking. This wasn’t just about me anymore. I needed to know the man I had married, the one who carried secrets that could destroy lives—and maybe mine too.

He began with a clear voice, "I'm not in a relationship with the Classy Chic model" The nose returned as the people began whispering among themselves but his strong command killed it again, "Silence!" He growled. "Yes, we had something for a while but it's no relationship, so I urge you all to back off from the Classy Chic boutique and its model. You're hindering business activities down there and it's crazy, it's irrational that y'all think of me in a relationship. But yeah, I'm in a secret relationship with someone, guess what? Your celebrity billionaire is getting married soon "