Secretly Married To My Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

“Yes. Our relationship just got a little stale. That happens with married couples after a while. I know that we can get that spark back if we work on it.” Regina wasn’t sure how to take his comment. Yes, he loved her, but there was a but in his proposition. “Is it that guy? Is that why you are hesitating?” “What guy?” “Regina, I saw online last week that you were dating a billionaire in Florida. I know I don’t have that kind of money, but at least my profession doesn’t put you on a gossip blog,” he said with a smirk. Regina tried to smile back, but she couldn’t. It was Scott. She was crazy about him. She had started to fall for him. However, was the man that she had spent over three months w

Haley nodded. "Do you vote me for your aunty Brielle?" he asked pointing to me. Haley looked at me and at him. "Tata?" she asked. Damian nodded. Haley looked at me for a moment and then at Damian. "But she's already married to uncle Theo" she said. I laughed. Damian looked at her and at me in disbelief. I taught her too well. *ting I checked the notification and saw that Aia sent me a link. From: Babe

She rolled her eyes again and Mason chuckled. He sighed and squatted down to look at his kids. They were both awake and sucking on their binky. "How are my little angels doing? See how you both are smiling, did you enjoy your walk" he said softly as he played with their face. Skyler just looked at them with a smile. ✬✬✬✬✬✬✬ FELIX PLACE★ He couldn't believe the news. Skyler was married to Mason Delgado the hidden billionaire so that man he saw Skyler with that time was the hidden billionaire?

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

It was my turn to frown. Were they not aware Alexander was married? Was it a secret? “You mean Mr. Saint?” She appeared even more befuddled. “Yes. Alexander Saint is my husband. I’m here for him.” She gave me a scrutinizing once-over. “Are you an imposter?” “What?!” How could she say something like that? “My boss, Mr. Saint, is not married.” Her words broke my heart. I knew Alex had kept a secret lid on our marriage but did he have to go this far? I couldn’t even access his office without being labeled an imposter.

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

"What?" "Boss is struggling to keep it together," he said. "Not because of Sarah. Because he doesn’t want you to know how dirty his hands are. He’s not interested in marrying Sarah. Never was. But you and he… you’re already legally married. You have children together. Maybe now is the time to turn the tables." My voice was cold, but calm. "Is it because of that secret?" Mark hesitated only a beat. "Yes. If Boss makes one wrong move, it’ll all come crashing down."

“He’s a lot of things, but desperate isn’t one of them.” I changed the subject. “You’re married?” She beamed, lifting her hand to show off a gleaming wedding ring. “Happily. Ten years next month.” I stared at the ring. At how proudly she wore it. Meanwhile, mine sat in a drawer—hidden like a shameful secret. “What about Federico?” I asked, needing to escape the spiral of thoughts.

She waited for me to continue, as if nothing I might say mattered; all she cared about was whether her mother’s medical bills would be paid on time. “I’m not spending money for a partner, but for a trophy wife. You will attend necessary events, remain silent and graceful; the rest of the time you are my secretary, unknown to the public. You may not reveal our marriage, question my private life, be jealous, nor indulge in any form of love—no declarations, no fantasies of fidelity, not even a kiss. A kiss implies emotion, and emotion is not part of this agreement. You’ll get money, a house, cars, security—but always remember you are the quiet prop in my marriage game. If you fall in love, you

I didn't wait for her. I turned on my heel, strode into my corner office, and slammed the heavy glass doors so violently the entire structural frame rattled. The moment she stepped across the threshold, I locked the door behind her, pulled the automatic blinds shut with a flick of a button, and turned to face my fake wife—my blood singing for absolute destruction. How could she humiliate me like that? In front of my entire board, my executives, my assistants—the entire damn floor?