The Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Novels & Stories

"Are you kidding me right now?" "No," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I wish I was." I wish everything will just rewind back to where I haven't met Hardin. "You're married to Hardin Devante? As in, the guy who made half the table stop chewing in fear just by walking into the restaurant?" "Yes," I said through clenched teeth. "Since when? How? Why?" "It's... complicated," I muttered. Rachel leaned in, eyes wild. "Luna, there are student loans that are complicated. Dating someone your parents don't like is complicated. Marrying a billionaire and not telling anyone? That's—you're living a double life."

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

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.

In a black suit that did not look like any suit I had ever seen him in, moving through a room full of the richest people in the country like he had built every wall of it himself. I wiped my eyes. I wiped them again, not caring about the mascara, not caring about anything, because this could not be real. This was a dream. I had fallen asleep somewhere and this was a dream. Then I heard Julian's voice beside me, low and stunned. "Dominic Ford?" I looked at Julian. I looked at Dominic. It was real. My husband was the chairman of Veil Holdings. My husband was the richest billionaire in the country. The mystery man. The ghost nobody had photographed. The man I had been plotting to seduce ten min

My parents both died in a plane crash two years ago, it was the most horrific time of my life. With the help of Charles, Raven, and a few friends, I was able to get by. Charles promised that this night would wipe that bad memory away and I was waiting for it. " Don't you dare ruin my makeup work?" She joked. I laughed as I pulled away from her. I kept my index finger under my eyelid to keep my mascara from running. " Come on, let's go and meet your fiance-to-be. " She was smiling now. " I know you have waited for this for so long."

“I didn't mean that, honey. I mean the money wasn't worth it to make up for Axel's mistake with the maid. If in the context of normal money, of course, I also think that one hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. By the way, stop calling Steven's family my family. You should also say that it is your family. Remember, honey! Now you are my wife. So my family is your family too. From now on, there will be no such thing as Bella Wilbert. From now on your name will be Bella Steven.” “Yes, my husband,” replied Bella with a smile. “By the way, did you know I've spent a million dollars to uncover Axel's crimes?” “Hmm? What's the story?”

How long has he waited for this? "Awn, you look sad, don't be, love, this is really a good thing for you, I mean just like you said, you are finally going to be free of the torture," "He is my husband," I muttered under my breath. "And yet he calls me in the middle of the night to express his desires to have me at the other side of the bed and not you," yet again, her words were like a bomb, brutally ripping my heart into a million tiny pieces.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

She admitted, looking him straight in the eyes. Henry gave repeated nods. His assumption was right after all. "You are so lucky you were able to outsmart me by having Mira serve as your wife. She would have known about your dirty lifestyle by now." asserted Eve. Henry arched a brow. "Dirty lifestyle? Aren't you part of the dirty lifestyle? The last time I checked, you are the only woman I've been fucking these past months." He said. "And I'm not ashamed to admit that I was part of your dirty life." Eve retorted. "Ask your pretend wife, your sister or whoever she is. I told her to her face and I'm not ashamed of it."

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.