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 7
"Mrs Butler should be in the bedroom, probably asleep by now," Zoey answered immediately.
Kenneth let out a cold snort. This woman had some nerve. After a year of not seeing her husband, she could still sleep soundly.
"Which room is she in?"
"The second room on the left after you go upstairs," Zoey replied without hesitation.
Kenneth strode towards the stairs but suddenly stopped in his tracks.
What if she wasn't asleep? Or what if he woke her up?
If she saw his true face, his plan to test her would be ruined.
No, that wouldn't do.
"Go cut the power to the house," Kennth commanded.
Zoey was taken aback. "Cut the power?"
"When I tell you to do something, just do it!"
"Yes, sir!" Zoey quickly ran to cut the power. In no time, the villa was plunged into darkness, pitch black, with not a hand in sight.
Only then did Kenneth feel assured as he ascended the stairs. He gently pushed open the bedroom door. Emily was indeed asleep.
By the faint moonlight streaming through the window, he could just make out the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing.
He quietly approached the bed. Emily's eyes were tightly shut, and she was sleeping soundly. The sliver of moonlight cast a soft glow on her face.
He had to admit, even without any makeup and with her face barely visible, her face was still cute.
Kenneth's fingers gently brushed across her cheek. As if tickled by the sensation, Emily let out a soft murmur and turned over in her sleep.
Somehow, that little soft sound sparked an impulse inside him. An urge to take her, right here, right now.
The sweetness of their first night together had left him insatiable.
He threw off the blanket and pressed himself onto her.
It was only at this moment that Emily realized someone was there!
Just as she was about to scream, her lips were dominantly sealed by his.
She struggled a bit, but soon her hands and feet were pinned down. With a ripping sound, her nightgown was torn away.
Kenneth's passionate kisses left her nearly breathless.
The only person who could enter this house was her husband, so after a few futile attempts to resist, she stopped struggling.
...
Before long, Kenneth fell asleep again.
What a buzzkill!
Kenneth gently pinched her cheek. "You need to work on your stamina!"
After taking a shower in the bathroom, Kenneth realized he didn't have any clean clothes to change into. He had to put on the clothes he had come in and leave the room.
Hearing the noise, Zoey sprang up from the couch. She had been waiting there, ready in case Kenneth needed anything.
Kenneth asked her to turn on the power, and she did so immediately, bringing light back into the room.
Seeing Kenneth's satisfied expression, Zoey felt a surge of jealousy. "How shameless!" she muttered under her breath, but still managed to keep a smile on her face.
"Mr Butler, is there anything else you need?" she asked.
Kenneth didn't respond immediately. Instead, he sat down on the sofa, and Zoey obediently stood to the side.
"Have you been here the whole time?" he finally asked.
"Yes, Mr Ignatius instructed me to stay here and take good care of Mrs Butler."
"Besides me, has anyone else been here?" Kenneth's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and his voice devoid of warmth.
"Uh... Assistant Dorris has been here twice, but other than that, no one else."
Although Emily was legally married, she felt no sense of belonging here and didn't want others to know about her marriage, so she naturally didn't bring anyone over.
Kenneth nodded.
"But sir, there's something I'm not sure if I should tell you," Zoey hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Speak," Kenneth said coldly.
"Not only has no one else been here, but Mrs Butler herself rarely comes back. She often stays out all night. If she comes back two days a week, that's already a lot."
Kenneth frowned.
Although Dorris had mentioned that Emily sometimes stayed elsewhere, it was hard to think she was only home two days a week at best... The frequency with which she was staying out was too high!
"Keep an eye on Mr Butler and report any unusual behavior to me immediately."
"Yes, sir!"
Zoey was thrilled to receive this carte blanche. It felt like a sign that she wasn't just a housekeeper here, but rather someone in charge of monitoring Emily Avery. This was a significant upgrade!
Now, more than ever, she had no reason to pay Emily Avery any mind.
"One more thing," Kenneth paused before continuing, "if she asks about my age, just tell her I'm around forty. For any other questions, handle them as you see fit."
Zoey didn't know what Kenneth's intentions were, but she knew better than to ask.
"Yes, sir."
"The next time I come back, just shut off the main power switch. I shouldn't have to remind you."
With that, Kenneth stood up. "How much are you being paid?"
"Four thousand dollars a month," Zoey answered truthfully.
For a small-time housekeeper like her, most families would pay around two thousand, but the Butler family was known for their generous salaries.
"Starting next month, your salary will be eight thousand."
Zoey's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, sir!"
Kenneth didn't say another word and walked out the door.
...
The next day.
Emily finally woke up around nine in the morning. Her body was still in immense pain, as if it had been torn apart. Every part of her ached.
She lay on the bed for quite a while before she managed to sit up.
Last night, her husband...
He was definitely not an old man!
That strength, that stamina, the feel of his skin-Emily couldn't possibly associate it with that balding old man.
On the bed lay her torn nightgown.
Looking at herself, she noticed more bruises on her arms and thighs. Adding to the ones from the night before, her body looked like a canvas of colours!
"What is it with me...
After the shower, a sudden realisation hit her. There were only twenty-four hours between the night before and today.
Doing the deed around ovulation could very well lead to pregnancy.
If she got pregnant this time, would the child be from the man from the night before or her husband?
Emily closed her eyes in agony, hoping for the first time that she wouldn't get pregnant!
But this was beyond her control.
After her shower, Emily went downstairs. Zoey had already finished her breakfast and was sitting on the couch, eating some fruit.
Zoey had definitely met her husband before. She should ask her about it!
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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.