Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Husband In Disguise

Axella rebuffed taking a sip of water. "I wouldn't replace my man for anyone else even if the option was Don Ricardo." Nat replied absentmindedly still toiling with her phone Jean stared at the woman beside her and almost let out a scoff. She was making it look like she has a relationship with Ricardo. Jean was sure this was going to cause trouble for whoever Nat was married to. Axella burned in anger at Natalie's last words,her seat became uncomfortable and she stood up. Axella was angry that she couldn't get Natalie angry.

I could care less of how I’d look, of who took pictures of me as headlines, or of even how people would see me since I was the billionaire’s wife. Almost immediately, I heard the wheels of a stretch run in. It was swift. My eyes followed it and I saw a familiar wristwatch Sebastian loved wearing. It was a Gucci watch. Oh, my god, it was Sebastian. Sebastian Knight. My billionaire husband.

He looked at her with obvious eyes that he hoped he wouldn't bother because he would be destroyed. "Is your husband Congressman Joh?" Esteban asked the woman indifferently. The woman frowned because Esteban asked, obviously. "Your husband likes to hook up with rich people because he has lost interest in a husband like you." Everyone was surprised to hear from Esteban. Aurora Chu got even more angry at what Esteban said, she couldn't believe that an ordinary person would say that to her. "Who are you? This woman is my husband's partner!" he shouted. Aling Helya approached Esteban and pulled him.

"Come on, Ciara, why are you making me disguise?" "What else could be the reason, Diana? You are married to the eldest son of the richest family in the whole of New York City. This eldest son is also stinkingly rich with his own fucking money, and then a few weeks ago, there was a scandal about him siphoning money from his grandfather's company into a slush fund account offshore. His picture was posted on the news alongside yours—your wedding photo to be precise—and you ask me why the disguise?" She took in a deep breath. It was then I realized why she did that. I didn't even know she came with things like that with her.

I kept the fake, radiant smile locked onto my face, nodding gracefully just like the housekeeper had drilled into me. A fairytale? I wanted to scream. Should I tell them that my pristine, billionaire husband is completely gay and looks at me like I'm shit? Should I tell them that I am currently trapped in a dark, twisted web with his own father instead, walking into this venue entirely naked under my gown because my father-in-law wanted me to stay wet and empty for him?

Every sentence inspired confidence. People listened as though he alone held the blueprint for tomorrow. I knew that version of him.The composed billionaire.The brilliant strategist. The man who never allowed emotion to interfere with business. Still… It hurt. From where I sat, he never looked in my direction. Not once. If anyone had watched us carefully, they would have believed we had never met. I reminded myself why.No one could know. No one could suspect that the man commanding the stage was secretly my husband. Our marriage existed only on paper—and in the quiet moments no one else would ever see.

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

“You’ll finally get to know exactly what your grandfather left for you.” He looked up at me, calmer now, searching my face. “Do you really think my grandfather kept something else for me?” “There’s only one way to find out.” My voice dropped lower. “Let’s get married. Make it public. Let the whole world know.” His breathing evened out. I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes—he was actually considering it. But I wasn’t finished. “I’ll make your shares worth five billion pounds,” I said casually. His entire body went rigid. Eyes widened. “Five… five billion pounds?”

I faced the rows of clothing again and continued to look through them while huffing under my breath; it had just been one of those days. My phone buzzed in my bag. I sighed, yanked it out, fully prepared to scroll past another pointless update from some influencer or socialite. But then I read the headline. BREAKING: Billionaire CEO Alex Taylor Tied to Mysterious Marriage—Meet His Secret Husband. It hit me like a wave as I felt my heart sink into my stomach. The picture was loading slowly before I saw it clearly. Alex in a sleek black tux, standing next to Dennis—that Dennis, his damn secretary—wearing a matching smile. They looked… like a couple.

I mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Trying?" she repeated. "I can’t see that." She gestured at me like I have every reason to be embarrassed. I honestly didn’t see anything wrong with me. "Your husband is Jack Winehouse, baby girl. One of the hottest billionaires in the world. And you dress like a virgin grandma from the eighties." She moved to sit beside me, gripping my shoulders. "You have to do better." "Better?" I echoed. "What, dress like a bimbo?"