Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Secret Wife, Real Billionaire.

NOVEL STATUS: ON GOING

PUBLISHED CHAPTERS: 200+ CHAPTERS

Secret Wife, Real Billionaire- Sneak Peek

“You’re such a prude. We’ve been together for more than a year, yet you won’t let me touch you. You don’t have the right to blame me for having an affair with your sister!”

Those words reverberated in my head over and over again.

I had been with Andrew King for almost a year. Our relationship had started as a blind date arranged by my parents. They desperately wanted a connection to the King family, the wealthiest and most powerful family in Chicago.

I found Andrew likable, but I never felt that deep, spontaneous love for him. Still, my parents had warned me that I must be with him and must marry him. We had become engaged and were soon to be married—only for me to walk in on him having sex with my sister.

Granted, I had never done more with Andrew than kiss him, but I thought he understood that I wanted to wait until marriage. I genuinely believed that maybe, then, I would fall deeply in love with him. Even if I didn’t love him, his betrayal still hurt—and he had the nerve to tell me to overlook what I saw.

He had the audacity to tell me to think of his affair as nothing.

I might not be a perfect woman, but I knew my worth. I had strong self-esteem and would never settle for less. I bluntly told Andrew it was over between us. I wanted nothing to do with him ever again.

But the pain of the breakup was still raw in my heart, especially because I had thought Andrew would save me from the Hudsons.

Leaning against the window, devastated, I sat in the back of a cab when I caught sight of a club.

I sat up and quickly told the driver to pull over. I just wanted to distract myself—do anything to numb the pain.

𝖱𝗲𝖺𝗱 𝘵𝗵𝖾 𝘭𝖺t𝖾𝘀𝘵 𝘁𝗿e𝘯d𝗌 𝗈𝘯 g𝘢𝘭𝗻𝗼𝗏𝖾𝗅s.𝘤𝗈m

I hurried to the entrance, but two bouncers stopped me.

“The club’s having a mask party tonight. Everyone has to wear masks,” they informed me.

Sighing, I bought a mask from the side, put it on, and walked into the club. I went straight to the counter, sat down, and ordered a few alcoholic drinks.

I downed bottle after bottle, desperate to drink my sorrows away.

Vaguely, I noticed a man sitting beside me.

He was also wearing a mask and elegantly sipping his glass of wine. My alcohol-clouded senses registered how gorgeous he looked in his suit. I instantly felt that he must have a very handsome face.

As I continued to gush over him, I suddenly longed to be in a man’s arms.

In all my twenty-two years of life, this was the strongest I had ever craved intimacy. Without thinking twice—not that I could have thought twice with my alcohol-fogged brain—I got off my chair and staggered closer to him.

“Hello there,” I purred. “Wanna spend the night with me?”

The man only stared at me for a second, and to my surprise, he nodded.

A few minutes later, we were walking into a hotel room.

As the man turned on the light, I closed the distance between us, stood on my toes, and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me back—passionately.

As he nibbled my lips again and again, I gasped.

“Should… should we take our masks off?” I stuttered.

I had never done this before. I didn’t know if I’d prefer to leave my mask on or off.

The man moved back a little and took my mask off.

I could see his eyes dilate behind his own mask.

I expected him to take his off too, but instead he suddenly asked, “What are you doing here?”

I frowned, confused. Hadn’t we already established why we were both here?

“Are you always spreading your legs for every guy at the bar?” the man lashed out at me.

I was certain this man must be insane; what right did he have to judge me?

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