The Billionaire Husband In Disguise นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But before I could ask, the hotel manager's voice interrupted me. "Hey! You two in the ragged suits!" The manager walked over and kicked my knee in disgust. "You got lucky today. Mr. Thorne is throwing a birthday party for the young master here, and the kid loves these stupid dolls. Go in there, dance, make the little master laugh, and this hundred thousand dollars is yours." One hundred thousand dollars?! Alaric was thrilled; opportunities like this were rare. That was, until I walked in and saw my "bankrupt" husband sitting in the luxurious seat of honor, wearing an expensive handmade suit.

He stopped as he realized what he’s saying. I hung on to what he wanted to say. “I’m your… what?” I tried to look him straight in the eyes but he immediately avoided it. He can’t look at my eyes directly. “You’re invited here‘ cause you’re my personal assistant, remember?” It was swallowed. Ay! The beauty of being the personal assistant of this billionaire. Are the benefits of a personal assistant this great? Included in this big event, there is a free dress, sandals and necklace from her!

"We need to talk." I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't process what I was seeing. "What..." The word came out broken. "What is this?" "This is me being honest for once." Carl's voice was cold. Clinical. Like he was explaining a simple concept to someone slow. "I'm not marrying you, Victoria. I never was." The floor tilted beneath me. "What are you talking about? We're engaged. Everyone's here. Your ring is on my finger." "That ring was a placeholder. A prop." He stepped away from Bianca, adjusting his jacket. "I needed a date to events. Someone presentable while I built my network. You were convenient."

Jennice said, “But, I also know that your stupid team has a renowned business man that the Queen has been wanting to see,” she stared right into his eyes. The silence resumed, as we picked hints on what she was trying to say. “No,” Brian responded in a whisper. “It’s time to cash out that coupon, billionaire boy,” Jennice said, “No,” Brian had to fight back again

It couldn't be the same person. But my hands were shaking as I opened the article. And there, staring back at me from my phone screen, was a photo of my husband in an impeccably tailored suit, standing in what looked like a boardroom, every inch the powerful CEO. Christopher Zane, the article read, youngest billionaire CEO in New York, known for his ruthless business tactics and record-breaking deals. The phone slipped from my numb fingers onto the bed. My husband wasn't just hiding his wealth. He was one of the richest men in the entire city.

Her voice trembled with the effort of keeping her composure, but she straightened her shoulders anyway, remembering every lesson in survival her past had forced her to learn. The doors swung open. Light exploded—camera flashes everywhere, lightning white and blinding. June flinched, eyes watering, but Dante didn’t even blink. He pulled her close, letting everyone see his grip. This was their big reveal: the most eligible billionaire in New York, stepping out with a secret wife and a four-year-old heir. The “Public Debut.” All eyes locked on June. The hush was palpable, a living thing, as the city’s powerful and petty alike measured her with hungry curiosity, ready to pounce at the first sign

Stand tall, don’t let anyone diminish you. “Girlfriend?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes, anger bubbling. “I’m not his girlfriend. I’m his wife.” My voice trembled, but I stood my ground. The old woman laughed so hard she wheezed, wiping tears from her cheeks with the rag in her hand. “His wife? Oh, darling, and I’m a billionaire disguised as a housekeeper. Spare me your delusions.” She raised the duster again, swiping toward me like I was dust she wanted to sweep away.

George stood up and spoke furiously. “That is not acceptable, sir! Do you want him dead because of an ordinary partnership?” Wendy spoke up looking shocked. “Ordinary partnership?” One of the family members mumbled. “Why are you defending Hilton? He got married to you for his inheritance; you are just a puzzle that will be tossed out when the game is complete.” Betty spilled. “What do you mean by tossed out?” Wendy queried. “I see you are still in the dark. Ask your disfigured husband for more explanation.” Betty said proudly.

The bastard has started laying Alexandria back down on the bed while his trembling hand starts unbuttoning more of her blouse. “ I heard you're the wife of a billionaire, there must be something special about you that your dear husband starts mobilizing not only his private security guard but even the entire Missouri Chief police and sheri. You have a very soft skin sweetie and your breast is just perfect.” He praised Alexandria, completely immersing himself in what he was doing. I took it as a chance to proceed with my plan as I carefully walked to where I placed the drawer shelves. When he was about to pull the blanket I hit his head with the strong side of the dower and he fell on the bed

Fishes in hues of orange, blue, and silver swam above and around them, and Crystal paused, turning to him with a childlike gleam in her eyes. “I never knew my husband was a billionaire,” she teased, nudging his side playfully. “I mean… the recognition everywhere. The hotel, the events, even the restaurant waiter today knew your name. Adrian … you didn’t tell me you were royalty in disguise.” Adrian chuckled, his arm slipping gently around her shoulders. “It’s just a bunch of properties and assets,” he said modestly, his voice low and velvety. “All being preserved for someone special—” he turned slightly, placing his palm over her belly, “—for the child who saved my soul.”