The Secret Life Of My Billionaire Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wanted to know what he had been hiding from me. And perhaps, just perhaps, I wanted to know whether the quiet man I had married was more powerful than I had ever imagined. I stepped into the hallway. The resort was already beginning to come alive. Guests moved through the corridors. Staff hurried around carrying luggage and trays. I adjusted my sunglasses and walked toward the exit. Three million dollars sat inside my account. Adrian had chosen Serena. Again. But I wasn't going to let that ruin my morning. I had money. I had beauty. I had my husband waiting somewhere ahead of me. And perhaps I was about to discover that my husband had something far more valuable than money. A secret. I smi

Nothing in the Billion household was ever ever really still for very long. She stood still when her phone vibrated with a notification. It was a headline on an article: "Charles Billion's Secret Marriage to Fiona Generys: The Billion Heiress Marries in a Secret Ceremony But What Does It Bode for the Family Dynasty?" Fiona's heart dropped, her pulse racing as she skimmed the words. This was not the headline she had anticipated. She was about to swipe away the alert when another one flashed on the screen: "Scandal in Billion Family: Charles Billion's New Bride Was Kept a Secret Here's What You Didn't Know

This was with the Caelum family. Everyone in Velmora talked about them. The Caelum brothers were rich. Powerful. Secretive. Dangerous. No one knew which one Penny was marrying. That was the big reveal. Most people hoped it wasn't the eldest. The dangerous one. Rumors had it that he had sex with a woman before her husband. And what frightened the husband more was that his wife enjoyed every bit of it. To other women, he was a fantasy who made their ovaries chun. To other men, he was the cause of their wet dreams.

“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.”

Levi raised a brow, but didn’t speak nonetheless. I sighed and put my hand down on my side. “As you may have already known. I am hiring a fake boyfriend, but I’d also want that fake boyfriend to be my fake husband…” “Fake husband?” He repeated, intrigued about how this is going. I nodded. “Yes, fake husband. That’s why I’m paying a big amount for anyone I’d be hiring.” I paused for a while, observing his face for any further violent reaction from him. But all I could see in Levi’s face was intrigue.

She had worn the 4,000-dollar wedding dress, so expensive that her heart ached over it. It was not like now. She could afford a 400,000-dollar wedding dress as long as she wanted to. Zephyr pulled out his phone. There was a video clip he treasured. Her smile was carefree and pure in the video, like a fairy in the worldly realm. Her voice was sweet and exuberant. “I vow to love my husband no matter what he becomes! “Hmm… even if he becomes fat, ugly, old and stupid, or bald and plump, he’s my husband, now and forever. I’ll stay by his side eternally and not abandon him!”

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

The headline screamed in bold: BILLIONAIRE ETHAN BLACKWOOD'S SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED: ARTIST WIFE HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT? Below it, a blurry photo—her laughing up at Ethan outside the courthouse, his hand at the small of her back. Another of her boarding a plane to Florence alone. Speculation followed: Was it a publicity stunt? A green-card marriage? Or had the reclusive billionaire finally been tamed by an unknown painter? Lila scrolled, stomach churning. Comments poured in—vicious, curious, envious. "Gold digger." "She doesn't look like his type." "Poor Victoria—dumped for some nobody."

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

I questioned him, a little too eagerly than I liked to admit. “Yes, Sir, I have it all right here,” he responded, “The Rolls-Royce belongs to a Mr. Richard Stewart who is the heir to his family’s billion-dollar company.” The name Richard Stewart was not unfamiliar to me. He was the president of many multinational corporations and had ranked in the Forbes’ Top Ten list of most influential businessmen last year. I had to know what Emily was doing with a man of such esteem and wondered how she had won his heart over. “But it gets worse, Sir,” John continued, “I also did a little deep-diving into your wife’s life. Something didn’t quite add up after I heard that one, Sir.”