Secret Marriage to a Billionaire
By a twist of fate, they got married.
Before marriage, she thought he was just an Ordinary man, only to realize after marriage that he is a decisive, cold-blooded Vampire gaming genius with billions of assets with hidden secrets.
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Chapter 5
Emily stared into the man's light blue depths, filled with an irresistible allure.
From his eyes, she knew she was in trouble.
"This isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere else," she said, feeling helpless.
....
At the coffee shop.
Silence, Silence. And more silence...
Emily narrowed her eyes, glaring at the man sitting across from her, as if she could bore holes into him with her gaze.
Kenneth, on the other hand, leisurely sipped his coffee.
Just a while ago in the library, he was eager to know why Julia wanted to have a child, but now he remained silent.
It seemed he expected Kenneth to speak eventually, especially since he had leverage over her.
"What did I ever do to you? Why are you treating me like this?" Emilly finally broke the silence.
Kenneth let out a cold chuckle, took another sip of his coffee, and slowly placed the cup back on the table.
"Just curious."
Kenneth couldn't help but roll her eyes. "If I tell you, will you delete the photos?"
"No problem."
Emily sighed deeply. "I'm married."
Kenneth wasn't surprised at all by what he heard. Of course, he knew she was married-he was her husband!
"Oh, your man can't satisfy you?" he asked with a smirk.
Kenneth lowered her head shyly. "You slept with me last night... You should know, it was my first time, so my husband and I..."
"Then why do you want to have a baby?"
Kenneth pondered for a moment.
"A fortune teller said our family needs a child to ward off bad luck. So, I have to get pregnant within a year."
Kenneth scrutinized Emily's clear, bright eyes. Despite their clarity, he still found her explanation a bit
dubious.
"You believe in that superstitious nonsense?"
"Believe it or not, it's up to you," she replied.
"To ward off bad luck? Is someone in your family dying?"
As soon as Kenneth uttered the word "dying," Emily slammed her hand on the table, her face turning pale with anger. "Shut up!"
Kenneth instinctively looked at Emily. She seemed so delicate and fragile, but in that moment, he saw a
stubborn look in her eyes.
Emily realized she had overreacted to the word "dying" and quickly turned her head away.
"Anyway, it's very important to me. I have to have a baby within a year," she insisted.
"Then why don't you ask your husband?" Kenneth questioned.
"My husband?" Emily turned back to him, looking incredulous. "That balding old man? I don't even know if he can have kids!"
"Balding old man?"
Kenneth instinctively reached up and touched his hair. He wasn't balding! His hair was perfectly healthy and stylish! Why would she say that?
Thinking back, on the day of the marriage registration, he had gone golfing with Lionel. His secretary, Dorris, and the family butler, Maurus, had handled the paperwork.
Maurus, who was in his fifties and indeed balding, must have been mistaken for him.
Emily knocked on the table, snapping Kenneth back to reality. "If I told you that I haven't seen my husband even once in the year we've been married, would you believe me?
Kenneth certainly believed her. If she had seen him, they wouldn't be sitting here talking!
"That's hard to believe," he replied, feigning skepticism.
Emily shook her head. "I knew you wouldn't believe me, but I've honestly never met him. I don't even know his name. At the wedding registration, my only job was to provide my own documents and sign my
name. I was just about to sneak a peek at my new husband's name when that detestable secretary snatched the certificate away."
Kenneth silently thought, "Well done, Dorris."
"Oh."
"And then, they dumped me in a villa and left me
alone."
"Oh, and why would they do that?" Kenneth asked, pretending not to know the answer.
Emily stroked her chin thoughtfully. "My guess is he's probably too ugly and afraid for me to see him. Or maybe he's impotent and ashamed of it. Or perhaps I was
married off to him as a good-luck charm while he was on his deathbed."
Each word left a sour taste in Emily's mouth, but he couldn't refute it.
He had a devilishly handsome face! He was powerful and could last all night! How could he possibly be impotent?
"Well, maybe there are other reasons," Kenneth said with a dry laugh.
"You see? My life is a total tragedy! So please, just let me go," Emily immediately grabbed Kenneth's hand, looking at him with pitiful eyes, tears almost spilling out.
For a professionally trained actress like her, this level of skill was practically a requirement.
Seeing her heart-wrenchingly pitiful expression, Royce felt his own heartbeat skip. This girl... she really knew how to pull at a man's heartstrings.
"I've told you everything, so... will you delete the
photos now?" Emily pleaded.
Kenneth cleared his throat. "I can delete them," he said. "But you have to promise me one thing."
Emily's expression changed instantly. "Don't push your luck. I told you everything you wanted to know. You promised to delete them once I did!"
Kenneth waved his phone. "I hold all the cards here. I know you weren't telling me the whole truth, but frankly, I'm not interested anymore."
"You-" Emily gritted her teeth. This man was really difficult to deal with. "Fine, what's your condition? Say it!"
Kenneth smirked. "Let me sleep with you one more time."
"You shameless pig!" Julia wanted nothing more than to slap that infuriatingly handsome face.
"Me, shameless? You're a married woman who went out looking for a man to take to bed. Don't you think that's shameless? I'm not married. What's so wrong with me finding a woman for the night?"
"You-"
Emily was on the verge of losing her mind. She regretted her decisions so deeply that it felt like her insides were twisting.
People always said you
couldn't trust a beautiful woman, but a handsome man was even worse!
"Anyway, you've already cheated on your husband once. What's one more time?" Kenneth said, giving her a sly, sideways glance.
He wanted to see if she would dare to cheat on him again.
"No way! I have principles. Sleeping with you was a last resort; it was to have a baby!"
"Is there a difference? Besides, what if you didn't get pregnant? We might as well try again tonight. Who knows, it might work this time."Kenneth winked.
Emily bit her lip.
Honestly, she couldn't bring herself to do it a second time. Her conscience wouldn't allow it.
"Take your time. I'm in no rush," Kenneth said, leaning back on the couch and sipping his coffee.
Time ticked away, second by second.
Emily's mind was in turmoil.
If Kenneth Butler didn't delete those photos, if they got out, her life would be ruined.
If she were just an ordinary person, it might not matter as much. But she was going to be an actress. Photos like that could destroy her career
and reputation completely.
But if she slept with him again, her conscience would never forgive her.
After all, the reason she needed to have a baby was...
"I..."
Just as Kenneth was about to speak, her phone rang
urgently.
"Let me take this call first." Julia pressed the answer button, "Hello?"
"What did you say?" My husband is coming home?!"
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7.6
Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom.
To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation.
They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her.
"Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces."
Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm.
She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night.
Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass.
She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage.
She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her.
Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
"Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!"
To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.
8.4
Cari Butler woke up in a damp, smelly dorm room, realizing she had transmigrated into the body of a disgraced fake daughter who had just been kicked out of a wealthy family.
Before she could even process her reality, the real daughter's friends kicked her door open to mock her, flaunting a custom Tiffany necklace that supposedly cost a mere eighty cents.
Cari thought they were crazy, until she saw the news: a top Manhattan mansion had just sold for a record-breaking $3,500.
The entire world's currency value had shrunk by ten thousand times!
This meant the original owner's bank balance of $854,000 gave Cari the purchasing power of eight and a half billion dollars.
But a mysterious system froze her funds, forcing her to work demeaning gig jobs to unlock the money bit by bit.
While working as a hotel server for twenty cents a day, she caught her ex-boyfriend kissing up to the real daughter, mocking Cari for being a desperate beggar.
Even her snobby roommates laughed at her, claiming she couldn't afford a ten-cent iPhone.
What truly angered Cari wasn't the humiliation, but receiving a five-cent transfer from her poor biological brother, who was starving himself just to keep her fed.
Yet, the system strictly forbade her from giving her unlocked billions directly to her family.
Looking at the restrictive system and the arrogant elites who thought they owned the city, Cari's eyes turned icy cold.
"If I can't just hand them the cash,"
Cari sneered, pulling out her phone to outright buy the luxury hotel and fire everyone who wronged her.
"Then I will just buy the entire world and place it at their feet."
9.6
Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister.
She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot.
Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal.
"If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll let your father rot in prison for the rest of his life."
Desperate to escape her family's control, Darla grabbed a massive, intimidating hotel security guard she bumped into in the hallway.
She shoved all the cash in her purse at him—eight hundred dollars—and begged him to fake-marry her.
They signed the papers at City Hall that same day.
But the nightmare didn't end.
That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary.
Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately.
They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment.
She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company.
She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.
9.2
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.
7.8
I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming.
Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped.
"I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?"
He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building.
My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die.
I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose.
I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit.
"Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession.
I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York.
7.9
Erin woke up in her luxurious Fifth Avenue penthouse, three days after returning from the cold, sterile psychiatric hospital where her husband had locked her away.
On the night of their third anniversary, Crockett Winters came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, expecting his docile wife to serve him.
Instead of playing the obedient fool, Erin calmly exposed the million-dollar diamonds he had just bought for his lover.
Furious at her sudden defiance, Crockett tried to physically intimidate her, pinning her against a wall to reassert his dominance.
When his aggression failed, he threw a brutal divorce agreement on the table.
"Sign it, and you walk away with nothing. You can't survive without me, and you know it."
He sneered, convinced the ironclad prenup would terrify her. He thought her rebellion was just a pathetic, jealous tantrum, a desperate play for his attention while he continued to pamper his mistress.
He truly believed she was just a beautiful canary who would eventually crawl back to her gilded cage in tears.
But Erin didn't cry, and she didn't sign the papers.
Instead, she locked him out of the master suite and pulled out his unlimited Centurion card.
In a single night, she calmly spent ninety million dollars of his money to buy up prime real estate and hidden assets, taking the first step to build an empire that would completely destroy him.