LOGIN“Desperation made him marry his cold boss.” By day, Adrian Cole is invisible—a quiet secretary in the ruthless empire of billionaire CEO Alexander Devereux. By night, he becomes someone else entirely. Adrienne—beautiful, untouchable, and dangerously desired. It’s a secret life he created to survive… until the night his worlds collide. Because the man waiting for Adrienne isn’t just any client. It’s his boss. Alexander Devereux doesn’t believe in love—only power, control, and legacy. Pressured into marriage, he needs the perfect wife. A flawless illusion to secure his empire. Instead, he chooses a woman who doesn’t exist. His offer is simple. Become his wife. Play the role. Belong to him. Now Adrian is trapped in a dangerous game—living two lives under one roof. The unnoticed secretary. And the wife his boss can’t stop wanting. But secrets don’t stay buried forever… and when the truth is revealed, it won’t just shatter the lie— It will destroy them both. Because Adrian started this out of desperation. But Alexander? He plays to win.
View MoreAlexander stood frozen, his mind scrambling to process the lightning-fast, escalating chaos.Chloe's sudden, dramatic intrusion and the wildly inappropriate accusation of theft were shocking enough, but the sight of Adrian—his usually composed, timid secretary—losing his temper and flipping Chloe a double middle finger was utterly surreal.Then came the sharp, sickening sound of impact. Adrian's scream was cut short as he hit the floor. The sight of blood and the immediate, predatory move by Chloe—her heel poised for another strike—shattered the paralysis that held Alexander.Chloe had crossed a line. This wasn't professional sabotage or emotional drama; this was violence in his office.A deep, primal roar tore from Alexander's chest—a sound more animal than man.In a single, fluid motion, he moved.He didn't grab Chloe; he body-checked her. Alexander slammed into Chloe's side with enough force to send her staggering back against the wall, the impact rattling a framed certificat
Alexander stepped out of the elevator, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the coiled rage radiating off him. The chaotic scene stopped him dead in his tracks.His usually pristine administrative floor was a mess of hushed voices and flashing phone screens. A crowd of his staff, usually terrified into stillness by his presence, was clustered around Adrian's desk."What is this spectacle?" Alexander's voice, though low, cut through the noise like a whip.The staff immediately scrambled away, dropping their phones and scattering back to their stations, their faces pale with guilt. The only person who remained unmoving was Adrian. But it wasn't because he wasn't moved by Alexander's presence; he was simply asleep.Adrian was quietly lying over his cheek, resting in his hand, and his lips parted slightly.Alexander strode toward the desk, his eyes narrowing as he took in his secretary's situation, his gaze drawn to Adrian's calm face. For the first time, he was seeing Adrian withou
Alexander walked into the bedroom, expecting to see Adrienne shamelessly lying on his bed after refusing his offer last night.However, he was met with an empty room.He frowned, his grip on the pillow tightening as anger set in."How dare you, Adrienne? You leave without my notice," he murmured and flung a pillow on the bed.He paced the room and clutched the sides of his head in frustration.'Where the fuck am I to tell mother that my wife went so early?' He grimaced as he suddenly realised that he knew nothing about this said wife.He didn't know her home, if she had other jobs, or a relationship."Fuck," He clenched his jaw and glanced at the chaise lounge as if it were guilty for the situation.He quickly got his phone and sent a message to someone. It was about time he dug into the life of his wife. He had been so desperate to marry that he overlooked the necessary details.What if Adrienne were a spy from a rival, sent to gather information about his life and work? And
A shadow of a smile touched his lips—not a kind smile, but a triumphant one. "You signed a contract with me, Adrienne. The contract is clear that the money covers my needs. Your 'no intimacy' clause is conditional on my public needs. Tonight, my need is to ensure my mother believes we are a happily married couple sharing a room."He turned and walked over to the large, luxurious wardrobe built into the wall."You will not be sharing my bed, Adrienne," he said, pulling out a dark silk robe and tossing it onto the bed near her. "But you will be sleeping in the chaise lounge over there." He pointed to a velvet chaise tucked into a corner, framed by the dark curtains."The bathroom is through that door. Your luggage is not here—Lawrence will purchase what you need and bring it to the door, and you will not step out of this room until morning. You're under my surveillance now. No more games, and no more mistakes."He turned back, his expression utterly detached. He was Adrian's boss ag
Adrienne had perfected the art of control—Or so, she thought.Tonight was supposed to be like any other: dazzling her client with practised confidence and seduction sharpened into an art form. But when the door opened, it wasn't another lonely magnate or desperate heir.It was Alexander Devereux.
Adrian shut the door of his tiny apartment behind him, sagging against it as the silence wrapped around him. The day had drained him, body and soul. Alexander's icy refusal still echoed in his chest, every syllable a reminder of how invisible he was.But invisibility wasn't an option tonight.With
Adrian inhaled a slow, shaky breath as Alexander's icy blue eyes bore into him with stark attention.For the first time in four months, Alexander was finally looking at him, but it wasn't a look Adrian dreamed of. This look was cold, detached, and scrutinising.He chewed on his bottom lip and quiet
Adrian sat at his desk, staring at the email glowing on the screen through the blur of his glasses. The pen in his hand found its way to his mouth again, an old, nervous habit he'd developed to distract himself whenever stress threatened to crush him.And today, he was stressed.Mondays were always
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