Novel & Cerita The Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband

As we drove through the city, I couldn't help but feel like I was in a different world. When we arrived at our penthouse apartment, I was in awe. It was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. But as soon as we stepped inside, I knew that this wasn't going to be the fairytale life I had imagined. Daniel was cold and distant, treating me like a business deal rather than a wife. He explained to me that our marriage was simply an arrangement, a way for him to keep up appearances and avoid the marriage-obsessed women in his social circle.

I felt weird being rolled around in a wheelchair but I couldn't deny it felt way better than walking on my own. "Don't answer if it's too personal, but is Mr Monroe your husband?" the nurse asked me out of the blue. "Yes," I simply answered, not in the mood for small talk. "Oh. I knew it had to be. He was so broken when he brought you in. I can tell he loves you very much. I know you both must have a beautiful marriage." I rolled my eyes. She didn't know what was going on, on the inside. But how could she? She was probably one of those people who always read billionaire romance stories and imagined I was in a happy romantic relationship since my husband was famously rich and quite handsome.

“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.”