The Secret Life Of My Billionaire Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

Or maybe I had just been too blind to see the real man behind the cold mask he wore when we first got married. The man who once treated me like property now showered me with love and gifts. He paid attention, remembered little details, brought me flowers without a reason, and listened—really listened—when I talked. I couldn’t deny it anymore: I had fallen for him. But every time I looked into his eyes, saw that love and trust shining back at me, I felt like I was drowning. Because I knew the truth. I was carrying a secret that could destroy him. Destroy us.

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

I just heard Hector laugh, so I tightened my grip on him. "Ask Dad why I came here, fucker. And Solei is not a lie. It's true that she's my wife. We got married the night of her bachelor's party. Truth fucking hurts, right?" Hector finally said, surprising everyone, even me. The night at the party deepened. I remained seated on one side, watching as various businesspersons approached and talked to Hector. Despite engaging in conversations, he didn't let go of my hand, as if ensuring I wouldn't feel out of place after the earlier confrontation.

I asked as I was starting to freak out. I can't be married to the hidden billionaire. It’s so unbelievable to be real. “My husband is Ricardo?” “The richest hidden billionaire in our city?” "I don't believe you" i shook my head. "Drake!”he turned to his driver. “ can you take a u turn to any nearest mall? I can't bring my wife home dressed up like this" he ignored me as he instructed his driver on what to do next. My cheeks slightly burnt when he called me his wife.