The Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Mom doesn’t care. This bitch made you refuse the arranged marriage with Shirley! She made you defy Dad and Mom. She changed you, Bruce!” “I have changed, Mom. Sharon changed me. She made me realize that happiness is not just about wealth. All this time, you only cared about money and never thought about my happiness as your child. And even before I met Sharon, I had already firmly rejected the arranged marriage. I brought Sharon here to seek your blessing. Because I still remember that you are my parents.” “Even if we were dead, we would never agree to your marriage!” Dean firmly said. Aileen nodded, agreeing with her husband’s words.

The screen switched to the front yard of a hospital that was familiar to Edgar—a hospital with an eastern style and in front of many trees that were falling. "Is it true that you are married to a man?" a reporter asked. Elissa nodded. "I am proud to admit that I am the wife of Edgar Zealand," she said. "How rich is he to be able to marry a billionaire and successful businesswoman like you?" the reporter asked again. "Does this world always revolve around material things?" replied Elissa gracefully. She had thought carefully about how to answer the reporter's question without bringing down her husband's dignity. "What about your husband's family? Is he from a respectable family?" the reporter

He smiled so I frowned. "You think if you read the contract you can still run away from this wedding?" he asked smiling at me now. I can't stop frowning. This is the reason why they said that he's a devil in disguise in a tuxedo. “Your sister already asks for half a billion. You think you can still manage to pay for it?” My lip was left open because of that. "Huh?" I can’t help but be surprised. Even my few years of acting have not been able to pay for that. I don’t have that much money yet! Big Sister doesn't think!

Noah said, voicing out his worries. I paused, narrowing my eyes at him. "You're not a celebrity, are you?" Please say no, or my life will be the garbage of molded peanuts. "Noah Hudson. A 27-year-old billionaire chef of Bulgario Five star Hotels and Resorts. Find out more about his lifestyle-" Hailey increased the volume of the YouTube Video. My eyes widened more than before as I slowly disgested on how my life was not about just getting stuck with some strange handsome man but with a billionaire who's famous all around the world.

“We’d say that you have to sell your place, and it’s taken longer than expected to put it on the market. Also, we wanted to keep things as separate as possible until we were married and then still keep our living arrangements and relationship private.” “I live in a freaking duplex, and I rent,” I said sardonically. “I’ll think of something.” This is crazy. Of all the things I expected when I walked in here, marriage was not on the table. “You can’t pay me to be your wife! That’s…everyone would think that I got this huge bonus and a promotion for doing um…uh…doing inappropriate things with you!” I don’t mention how my constant defending him to people here would be a big red flag.

he whispered to her. Hope flashed in his eyes. He sighed and faced the old man. "Grandma, my husband is not joking. I can get a one billion peso loan but on one condition... I am the one who will handle all the finances of the company to make sure it'll run smoothly."

Her fingers were shaking so badly that she kept hitting the wrong numbers. "Come on, come on," she muttered to herself, trying to steady her hand. Finally, she got the number right and hit the call button. "911, what's your emergency?" a calm voice answered. Katherina took a deep breath. "Please help me. My husband.... he has collapsed and he is not responding." "What is your address?" ...

“So let me get this straight. Your ridiculously hot billionaire husband cooks?” “Yes.” “And you didn’t think to lead with that?” I burst out laughing, tugging her toward the next room. The home theater made her squeal. “You have a popcorn machine? Are you kidding me?” When we finally reached the indoor pool, she just stood there, staring. The glass walls overlooked the garden, the water sparkling in the afternoon sun. “You married a billionaire,” she whispered like it was the first time it had really hit her. “A billionaire with a spa.”

I could only hear the ticking of the clock. “I’m sorry…” I let out a small, breathless laugh. “Did you just say billion?” “Yes.” I shook my head slowly. This had to be a mistake. Recently, I was begging my husband not to leave me and today… “You’re saying I’m… a billionaire?” I whispered. “Yes, Mrs. Debbie.” Nothing felt real anymore. Not my marriage. Not my pain. Not even this. I looked down at my hands. They were still shaking but something else was there now. Something new that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Control.

Over the next three months, Sarah lived a double life. On the surface, she remained the obedient wife in the Vexler household. She attended the charity gala on Ronan’s arm, smiling beside Mia who wore a dress that once belonged in Sarah’s dreams. She cooked Shenina’s favorite meals, endured Ronan’s cold commands, and pretended the small servant’s room was exactly where she wanted to sleep.