Romans & histoires The Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband

ELENA I followed Mrs. Carter down the halls still trying to catch up to what had just happened in that office. Days ago I'd been a wife. Today I got divorced. And somehow, before the day had even ended, I'd agreed to become another man's wife....on paper, at least. Insane didn't begin to cover it. I followed her down a hallway that led to another hallway, past doors that looked like they belonged in a hotel rather than a home. None of it registered the way it should have. My mind was still several steps behind my feet.

He moved with a grace Damien barely recognized, exuding an aura that wasn’t just wealth—it was power. The cameras went wild. Flashes upon flashes. "Mr. Blackwell! Over here!" "Lucas Vale! Is it true you're married to Damien Blackwell?" "When did the wedding happen?" So many questions from the reporters. The aroma of Lucas's perfume, something rich and faintly enticing, filled the air between them as Damien pushed his face into something unreadable. He offered Damien a slow, almost mocking smile before slipping his hand into the crook of his arm. “Ready, husband?” Lucas murmured, his voice was filled with amusement.

"Neither do I want it." "You’re not kidding anyone, Amelia," Joshua said with a bark of laughter. "Who in the world will be against having a little bit of extra money? Besides, I know all about you― your old man might not have been willing to share the news about his little family, but the tabloid magazines sure did. You have a rich ex-husband and an even richer fiancé. You’re practically rolling in dough right now!" "If you paid attention to the gossip magazines then you would’ve known that while I was married to my ex-husband, I was the sole breadwinner of the family," Amelia hissed. "I am used to working hard for some cash, not begging others shamelessly."

Or a one-night mistake. Sometimes... it begins with two stubborn people who refuse to stop choosing each other. And on my part... this love story started the day I seduced my own billionaire husband.

Smirking like he owned the damn place. “Came to drink away your billionaire blues?” he asked. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, downing the rest of my drink. He signaled the bartender for another round. “Did Kian finally do something stupid enough for you to run?” I didn’t answer. My vision blurred slightly. Maybe I hadn’t eaten enough. “Come on,” Julian said, gently taking my arm. “Let’s get you out of here before the press gets hold of you.” I drank another shot. “I am a married woman Julian, don't touch me, I will leave when I can and I think Kian knows my every move he would come for me.” I said, my voice low.

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.

known by all. And here this woman was, blushing and shyly declaring to everyone that this married man had spent a fortune casually to make her happy. Wasn't this, in every sense, a public admission of his infidelity? The wealthy crowd didn't seem shocked by his presence here, as if they had long known something I hadn't. So was the bankruptcy a lie? A deception spun by the world to me?

Chapter 164 Sasha's POV While Sienna and her husband were going through their own problems, I was also going through mine with my husband. I just discovered a shocking truth. I had been married to my husband for a few months now and everything seemed perfect. We were in love and I thought we had a strong foundation of trust. But, I just found out that my husband was the son of a billionaire.

EVA’S POV The headlines were everywhere. "Eva Sinclair, the Betrayed Wife, Marries Billionaire Leon Castello!" "Revenge or Romance? The Scandalous Union No One Saw Coming." "Daniel Sinclair’s Ex-Wife Becomes His Rival’s Bride." I stared at my phone, scrolling through the endless flood of articles, social media posts, and comments dissecting every detail of my sudden marriage to Leon Castello. People speculated. They gossiped. They called me everything from a gold digger to a genius. Some pitied me. Others envied me.

“I clear your debts, help build your husband’s business and you become my wife.” I could barely breathe. “You can’t be serious.” His lips curled slightly. “Do I look like I’m joking?” I stepped back, exploding in anger. “You think I’m some desperate idiot who’ll just—” “I think…” he cut in smoothly, “that you have exactly two choices. Take my offer and i'll help turn your husband’s failed business around or walk out of here with nothing and be destitute within the month.” My hands curled into fists. “You arrogant son of a—”