Romans & histoires The Billionaire Husband In Disguise

, he tells looking me from head to toe as if he is ready to devour me. It would be a lie if I tell I wasn’t keeping tabs on him, I was checking Sydney news every day with a hope that I would be able to find his photo in some article and yes I did everyday, my husband was a famous business man who stays on the headlines everyday made me feel dumb that I was easily fooled, but as soon as I watch his pictures I felt a unsettling feeling in my gut which made me miss him more than I was already. “what the hell are you doing here?”, I seethe at him with my clenched teeth ignoring his compliment.

Instead, he wanted her to give her the respect a daughter-in-law of the Ford family deserves. “Is that Catherine and Rome?” Richard mumbled as he stared at his cousin and her husband in disbelief. “Yes,” Jeff said with hate in his eyes. “She looks like a freaking billionaire’s wife.” “It's crazy how much money she's willing to waste to give her husband a reputable reputation in the public eye.” Feeling annoyed, Richard sighed and said, “He's a poor bastard, and she's going to the extreme to make him look like he's not. It's stupid.”

I wanted to dance some more or drink the Amber liquid he was having or maybe, lash out at him for stealing my first kiss for some freaking media coverage. But I did nothing except sit down on the couch beside him. How did he trick me? I thought the kiss was real. It felt real to me. In fact, I found my husband enjoying it as much as I did, so why was he pretending it was nothing but a show? Maybe, it was a show for him. They called him the bad boy billionaire of the states for a reason. There were too many scandals in his name and I had spent a month reading about each one of them.

I had finished dinner, and was watching a show, when he came in. “I saw your messages,” he said as he walked into my room. He was still in his ash-coloured jacket and white shirt, his hair neatly combed back as if he had just left the house. A few strands lay across his forehead. He slid his hands into his pockets, his face unreadable as he strode toward me in slow, calculated steps. I still found it unbelievable that this billionaire was now my husband. “You’re welcome. I knew you’d love it. Besides, you now carry the Ellison name— you should look the part. They’re the sort of things you signed up for.” He sat beside me on the bed, close enough that I could smell him.

I could barely see their eyes through the shades, but their postures made it clear—they meant business. “Is this... normal?” I whispered to Stephanie when she came close enough to hug me. The entire scene felt surreal, something straight out of a movie. She chuckled softly, glancing over at the group. “Yes, girl. Your husband’s a billionaire,” she said with a wink, though I couldn’t shake my unease.

He wanted to surprise Iris and attend the event, knowing he was the only support she had. He arrived at the event in a red tuxedo, driving a red Benz. As he stepped out, the cameras were on him, flashes of light flying around as numerous questions were asked by the reporters. "Mr. Kendrick, is it true that your wife tried to poison you?" "When is the empire going to be handed over to you?" "Are you going out with Bella, the fashion icon?" "Who have you come for today, your wife or Bella?" Questions kept popping up as his guards made way for him to pass through the crowd until he was ushered inside. Sitting down, his eyes searched the room until they met hers…

She opened her phone and tried to turn off her notifications, but she saw an unusually eye-catching comment in the comments section. "Only a fool would believe that Caroline's husband is a rich heir like Mr. Sorkin. Do you still not understand why she never reveals who her husband is?" Someone replied, "Do you have the inside story?" That person replied immediately, "Of course, Caroline's husband is a driver. I've seen him pick Caroline up from work more than once." "No way. Although Evans Group has fallen, Caroline's ex is the heir of the Morrison family. It's impossible for her to marry an ordinary man, right?"

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”

I asked as I was starting to freak out. I can't be married to the hidden billionaire. It’s so unbelievable to be real. “My husband is Ricardo?” “The richest hidden billionaire in our city?” "I don't believe you" i shook my head. "Drake!”he turned to his driver. “ can you take a u turn to any nearest mall? I can't bring my wife home dressed up like this" he ignored me as he instructed his driver on what to do next. My cheeks slightly burnt when he called me his wife.

Serenity laughed and said, “I’ll believe it if you have evidence, but I’ll never believe it if you can’t prove that you’re a billionaire. “Billionaires aren’t ordinary people. Do you think you can find one just by strolling down the street? We got married out of convenience. If I ended up marrying a billionaire just like this, pigs might start flying.” He worked in York Corporation and also had York as his last name, so it was easy for others to suspect that he was related to the richest man in the city. However, the car he drove, the house he lived in, and the daily expenses he spent with her were no different from that of ordinary people. Furthermore, if he really were the heir of the York