The Double Life Of My Billionaire Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rose said. Ivy sighed. "I know, Mom. I'll do my best." "Good. Remember, we're doing this for the family," Mrs. Rose said, ending the call. Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, an unfamiliar voice spoke into a phone. "Did you know she was pregnant?" "Yes, she’s pregnant by her contract husband. It wasn’t a real marriage; it was all a contract," a man replied, his tone casual. After listening to the person on the other end, he ended the call and sat back, a contemplative look on his face.

‘ What those two incidents had in common is the key. ‘Well’, I gulped down my wine. ‘Then I was about to Marry a billionaire who was a Mafia Boss. Now, I am already married to one. I guess it was after our first night together that I realized we are going to be together for a long time.’ ‘A billion dollar cheque for your thoughts.” The deep voice interrupted my reverie. I glanced at his way. He in his PJ trousers. Leaving his bare chest for me to drool over. I pursed my lip.

Some people go to the gym, some go to nightclubs, and my billionaire husbands decided to work and make more money. I was used to being a thousandaire, but now as a billionaire's wife, a new mom with too many zeros attached to my name, I decided to take Remy who needed a distraction from his current love life. I hated that Ghazi was putting him through such an ordeal, but there was nothing I can do but be there for my Remy.

"I..." "It didn't cause a dent, baby. You can take millions of dollars and I wouldn't even feel it. It's time you finally realise that you have a Billionaire beside you..." He grinned, leaned down, and whispered. "And you're one too." "You keep saying things like that and you'll end up on the streets, Mr Vitali," I said, my eyes still on the card. It suddenly felt heavy. Alexander laughed, throwing his head back. "I wouldn't even feel a thing if you were to take a billion, baby. That's how rich and powerful your husband is."

Three years of marriage, and she still felt like a stranger in her own husband's life. Tonight was Adrian Blackwell's thirty-second birthday celebration. The Blackwell Estate was filled with influential guests from across the country. Business moguls, politicians, celebrities, and investors had all gathered to celebrate one man. Adrian Blackwell. The youngest billionaire in the city. The most powerful CEO in the country. And the man who had never truly been her husband. A soft knock sounded on the door. "Mrs. Blackwell?" a maid called respectfully. "Yes?" "The guests have arrived. Mr. Blackwell is already downstairs."

She could not believe that the man who spent the past five years appearing everywhere with Sylvia as a couple was actually her husband, Felix. Even Celia knew? Had she been helping them lie to her too? Cordelia could not understand it. Had he been pretending in front of her all along? Had all that love been fake? Ten years ago, disaster struck the Harper family in Kingsford. Cordelia’s mother and brother died in a car accident. The spoiled heiress who had been pampered for more than twenty years lost her beloved mother and brother overnight. The head of the Harper family forced her into an arranged marriage, but Cordelia refused.

He was a fricking billionaire but all the money in the world couldn't find her and her supposed lover or their whereabouts. And here she was now,almost 7 years later trying to upheaval his emotions and his life. His thoughts drifted to Alina who must be patiently waiting back home for him.A wife who he had married out of convenience but had begun to see her little quirks.She loved to dance barefoot in the kitchen,she loved cooking so much,it was something she did in her pass time and she was an amazing cook and baker. She gave really good advice and was well-educated.She was emotional and dramatic,but all women were like that.Even Paulina.

“Is the money going to be a problem? Because dear, I can assure you that I have done my research and forty grand is nothing compared to what you and your billionaire husband have.” Oh, boy, she did not have a clue. She had no idea that my billionaire husband had cheated on me with a girl that looked…that looked…okay, she looked great, but still, she was trash! And that I wanted nothing to do with him or his billions of dollars. In my name, I had a considerable amount, but that did not mean that I had to start giving out money to anyone that asked. I now had to be careful with my finances. “No…” I shook my head, flashing her a sad smile. “It’s not going to be a problem. Trust me. When do you

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.

She had always seen Anderson as someone who struggled to keep a steady job, but the wealth revealed in these papers is beyond anything she could have imagined. Her mouth hangs slightly open as she reads about offshore accounts and investments, her expression shifting from shock to bewilderment. It's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a side of Anderson she never knew existed, Shocked and bewildered, Cassie's mind races as she grapples with the revelation that her husband had been living a double life as a secret billionaire, keeping her completely in the dark all this time.