The Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

Chapter 6: The Contract 3/365 VICKY. I opened my eyes. A new day. Just yesterday, I found out my husband was cheating on me with my sister. She was pregnant. For him. And no, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threw me out like trash. And my dear sister? She didn’t even flinch. But the real plot twist? I signed a contract marriage with a billionaire. That explains why I woke up in a penthouse this morning.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

"I know you're still jealous. You're trying to get my attention this way and tell everyone that we're the real couple. This little trick is way too obvious. Be good and turn off the screen. Today is Sophie's big day—don't scare her." He even turned to the guests and explained, "Sorry, everyone. My wife is joking with me. She's always been playful. Please don't take it seriously." Watching him deceive himself so thoroughly, I found it almost amusing. "A joke?" I stepped back, avoiding his hand. I raised the microphone again, my voice clear and steady. "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to formally reintroduce the situation. Ten minutes ago, all of Ethan's assets were legally transferred or used

Because in a room like this, where reputation functioned as currency, the idea of imbalance—of a life too heavily tilted toward career, too lacking in visible domestic stability—could quietly undermine everything I had just built. For the briefest second, I felt the weight of it. Then— “My wife simply prefers to keep certain things private,” Sebastian interjected smoothly, stepping forward as though the moment had been waiting for him, his arm sliding around my shoulders with practiced ease. “After all, I’m both handsome and financially successful—it would be a shame if too many people started paying attention.” A ripple of laughter moved through the crowd. “And today,” he continued, drawing

He was arguing with someone. His face was pale. Desperate. Terrified. And then she heard words that changed everything. Words she would never forget. "If Emma finds out what really happened," Daniel said, "we're all dead." The video abruptly ended. And Emma realized her husband's double life might be far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.

This was a lot to take in. "Why don't you like your marriage? He's the Maxwell Jones. Popular billionaire. He's charming, hot and sexy. What more can a woman want?" I queried. And what was in it for her? "My marriage to Maxwell wasn't exactly planned, Bella. It was an arranged marriage. I love Maxwell but he treats me like shit. I can't go a day trying to be his wife without receiving one form of insult or the other. I don't-" "Is he abusive?" I cut her off as she spoke. I wasn't gonna be a part of that. I've heard enough stories.

Champagne flutes clinked. And whispers followed me like shadows. “Cassian’s wife.” “She looks radiant.” “Poor thing. Doesn’t she know?” I lifted my chin higher, forcing strength into my steps. Tonight, I was not the discarded wife. Tonight, I carried hope beneath my heart. I would save my marriage. ⸻ Then the air shifted. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the double doors opened. My heart stuttered. Cassian Hale. My husband. My stranger. The city’s youngest billionaire CEO. The man I was about to save with three simple words.

Everyone was happy except the two of us. Lexus who was in front of me didn't speak. He doesn't want to, does he? Because come to think of it, how will our lives be? How can we live with each other? We don't even know each other very well. They both congratulated us. I just smiled. But somehow I felt relief that he was the one I would marry. At least our family knew each other. And…. Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

I thought about a man five hundred miles north, and the odds that a story with my name on it had just landed on a desk in a building I used to have a key to. I thought about telling Noah everything, right there. The marriage. The ballroom. The four sets of eyes upstairs, one of them exactly like a billionaire's. "There's a lot about LA you should know," I said finally. "And I'm going to tell you. Just not standing up." I set the frame face-down on the folding table, gently, like laying something to rest. Because the whole point of Meridian had been to make him look up one day and see what I'd built. I'd just never let myself think about the fact that when he looked up, he'd also see the timi