Secretly Rich Man Gerald Novels & Stories

“I’m not the only one keeping secrets.” Her brows furrowed. “Liliana trusts me more than she ever trusted you.” “We don’t know what’s really going on in her head,” he said. “So stop trying to manipulate me.” Gerald turned on his heel and walked out of her house, slamming the door behind him. “Dammit!” Back in his car, Gerald stepped on the gas, frustrated and exhausted. His mind was spinning. Someone had been taking pictures of them. But it couldn’t be the CEO—he didn’t give a damn about anything personal.

Let this man continue to reveal another secret. “Ha ha, that’s the result if you hide your identity as the richest person and pretend to be poor. Now he’s just in prison and doesn’t know when he’ll be out,” Gerald told once again. “The richest man? Aren’t you the richest young man in Westcoast Town?” Chad Asked suddenly. Realizing that he had missed a word, Gerald covered his mouth. “Yeah, you’re right, I’m one of the richest young men in Westcoast town.”

"Has for over a year. I didn't put her in Adrian's life. I want to be clear about that." "But you know what she's using against me." Another pause, shorter this time, but no less telling. "There are things about the early years of your marriage," Gerald said slowly, "that I helped you keep quiet. Things that would have embarrassed this family if they'd gotten out. I assumed they'd stay buried." Isabelle's chest went tight and cold. "What things?" "The money I wired you before your wedding. The money you told Adrian came from a business loan you'd secured yourself." Gerald's voice was flat now, stating facts instead of feelings. "I have the records, Isabelle. Whitmore has the records. And app