The Billionaire Husband In Disguise นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

The muscles in his jaw clenched. “What is it?” I asked. He looked up, and the mask was back in place, snapping on like armor. “We need to go inside.” I stepped in front of him. “Leon. What’s going on?” He hesitated, then handed me the phone. A breaking news headline glared back at me. "Anonymous Insider Claims Eva Castello's Marriage Is a Cover-Up: Allegations of Prior Relationship with Rival Mogul Surface." My stomach plummeted. Under the headline was a blurred photo of me—older, less polished—but unmistakably me, smiling beside a man I hadn’t seen in years.

At least, I expected chivalry from them for a woman. “Sorry?” Then I realized that he got it on his ego that I do not know who is he? Well, I do not have time to read those magazines featuring the big wigs if he is one of them. Without wasting my time on that idiosyncratic person, I just came from there. I really did not want to pay heed on his nuisance. “Here is my id.” The billionaire – my husband said and I looked into the intense eyes for his view but he looked reluctant.

“You’re my wife.” I didn’t say anything. He stepped back, pulled his sleeves up, and grabbed his phone from his pocket, “let’s go.” We walked out through the main hallway and every staff member moved like clockwork. A butler opened the front door before we even got there, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting out front, engine running, doors already open. I looked at him. “Seriously?” He put on his sunglasses. “You married a billionaire. What did you expect, Uber?”

I nodded silently, and watched as he walked towards a group of people towards the front of the hall. So much for being the billionaire's wife. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through I*******m, searching for style inspiration. A hand tapped me on the shoulder, jolting me out of my attention on my phone. I had to catch it before it fell out of my hands. I turned around, to find a sleek dressed man with gold rimmed square shaped glasses, dressed in a black tuxedo. He had pale green eyes, and an otherwise dazzling smile. “May I sit with you ma'am?” He asked, pointing his eyes towards the empty seat beside me. I instinctively searched around the hall for Maxwell. He seemed to have…vanished. More

"And eventually you will be my wife because next week we’ll get married already.” “H-How long do I have to pretend?" “Three months. After three months, we’ll file a divorce. As simple as that.” “W-What if... what if they find out about this agreement? I mean, it's really surprising to know that a rich CEO like you would marry a poor woman like me, right?” I told him with my brows furrowed. He heaved a deep sigh before responding. “They won’t know unless you make it obvious. I will pay you a huge amount of money, so you need to make sure you’ll be able to make them believe.”

"I find Harrison's disappearance to be highly suspicious. He was a very successful businessman, and it seems unlikely that he would simply disappear without a trace. Have the police been involved?" Henry began to cackle and his laughter was loud and wild, his eyes flashing with madness. The shareholders looked at him with concern, their faces pale and worried. "Why are you laughing?" Mrs. Will asked, her voice trembling. Henry's laughter died down, and he fixed the shareholder with a cold, hard stare. "It is funny to me that you think Harrison's disappearance is suspicious." The room was silent, the tension thick and heavy. The shareholders sat in stunned silence, their faces pale and their

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

"Remember that I am single at the office. If I don't do that, how will people believe I am single? We have to make them believe." She sighed and unlocked the door. The moment she did, he ran inside striping himself off his clothes. The moment he pulled his shirt off, to show all his glorified muscle, Amelia couldn't help but stare at him. She had never seen a man so fine. The only men she had seen were in the pages of magazines, and on the phone. She felt her cheeks reddened, and she turned around. "Can you put some clothes on for Christ's sake?" He turned and smirked at her back. "This is something you have to get used to. I am your husband, wifey. You have to get used to seeing me this way

"Our Mr perfect caught in a scandal of an unfulfilled seduction, tarnishing a lady's reputation." Andrew, without sparing a glance at his phone, replied indifferently, "Are you done mocking? If so, kindly proceed with your own affairs and don't disrupt mine." Martin chuckled, his tone turning teasing, "Ar ,haven't you noticed you're busier than usual during the day? Always in a rush, hardly have time for us anymore, and you're strictly home on time now. Why's that?" Andrew remained silent, prompting an uproarious laugh from Martin, "Hahaha... Because you've got a sweet little wife at home now, haven't you? You're all about the domestic life these days."