The Billionaire Husband In Disguise Novels & Stories

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

She had always seen Anderson as someone who struggled to keep a steady job, but the wealth revealed in these papers is beyond anything she could have imagined. Her mouth hangs slightly open as she reads about offshore accounts and investments, her expression shifting from shock to bewilderment. It's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a side of Anderson she never knew existed, Shocked and bewildered, Cassie's mind races as she grapples with the revelation that her husband had been living a double life as a secret billionaire, keeping her completely in the dark all this time.

If the country believed Reagan Royce had been in Italy for business, then his imprisonment must have been kept a secret so that his return would be seamless; no scandal, no suspicion. But her role in all of this still made no sense. Why would a man like that pay five hundred million dollars to clear her father’s debt just to marry a girl he had never met? The Jeep stopped in front of the twin mansion. A line of the mansion's servers stood at the entrance. “Welcome to the twin mansion, Mrs. Royce,” they chorused, bowing in unison. She offered a polite smile and bowed back, her mind raced as she struggled to keep up with the names they recited as they introduced themselves. By the time the thi

Half an hour later, I was in the backseat of a black sedan, clutching my bouquet so hard some petals had bent beneath my fingers. The city blurred outside the window. This was really happening. I was really being taken to marry Adrian Lancaster. The Adrian Lancaster. The billionaire heir with the ruthless reputation, the cold face in business magazines, the man Sienna had once called too dangerous to love. The courthouse ceremony passed like a fever dream. Just a private room with a single civil official. My father's voice did most of the talking while my mother just stood one side, staring at her nails like this was none of her concern.

Especially when the man befriends a rich, but cold-hearted billionaire, Sian's life is practically more inclined to him. After the night her father was shot in the arm, Sian became rarely seen around the house. She deliberately waited for Sian to appear and feel strange at the man's absence. She then took a desperate act when one day Sian passed her house in the afternoon. She quietly followed the man as he left the house with a large bag on his back. No one cared about Sian's left. Only her continued to follow Sian's steps with a furrowed brow.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

Luna muttered with a calm voice that held a seriousness in it. The woman accepted her condition and Luna wired a huge amount of money into her account. She also went ahead to write her a life lasting cheque and gave a free access card to the mall owned by her husband's family using her name. After the woman left, she dressed up for the event she had promised to attend with her husband the other day. She wore a silver glittering satin dress that had a thigh length slit and sweetheart plunging neckline. She matched the dress with ruby tear drop earrings and curled her short black hair with silver pearls.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

the auctioneer announced, his voice full of disbelief. Claps filled the room and a few people near us reached over to shake Adrian’s hand, still stunned. Adrian just leaned back like it was no big deal, turned to me, and winked. I let out a laugh in disbelief. What a smug bastard. Buying a card for a hundred thousand dollars, who does he think he is? Some kind of billionaire? Oh yeah. I stand corrected. He was a billionaire. “What is your deal, Adrian?” I asked as we walked back to his car.

he snapped at them. That man is rich. He is married and his wife is a socialite. He has so many mistresses, that he doesn't know how many kids he sired so far. Most of them get an abortion, but only a few will keep the child to threaten him for money. Little do they k for that he is so cruel that he never hesitated to kill any of them, even the little kids. His wife is happy as long as gives her enough money for her endless shopping spree. He never asked if she had an affair as long as she maintains it a secret.