The Billionaire's Anonymous Bride.

Evelyn Rose Sterling, daughter of the founder of Sterling Bio-Nutrition; Arthur Sterling, was quite jittery.The flight she had intended to board back home had been delayed and she was a woman on a tight schedule. Her fingers drum lazily on the arm rest, her mind drifting back to the conversation she had with her mother the previous night.‘It’s bad, Evie,’ her mother sighed dejectedly on the phone. ‘Your father might have to visit the Thorne’s again.’ Hearing that, her blood had run cold.The Thorne’s were her in-laws, not by choice.Her father’s company had run into a serious financial crisis in the past which had led him to seek them out for help. That help came with a condition that she was to be wed to one of their sons.Her father had agreed and had signed the contract.Evelyn who had just wanted to further her studies had immediately left the country for Norwich, England for her master’s degree.She never met her husband and she didn’t wish to, which made her stay away from her

The air in the master suite was thick and still. Evelyn felt her last bit of strength, the logic she’d used to survive years of school and the walls she’d built against this marriage, simply crumble. Maybe it was the thirteen hours of being stuck in the sky, or the way the jet lag made everything feel like a blurry dream. Or maybe it was just the three years of looking at his cold face in photos, wondering if there was actually a heart beating under that expensive suit. Whatever it was, this wasn't about business anymore. It was about the fire between them. Evelyn’s back hit the soft duvet, and the air left her lungs in a quiet gasp. Above her, Lucien was a shadow of pure, frantic hunger. The drug had stripped away the CEO and the cold husband, leaving behind a man who was nothing but heat and a desperate, shaky need to be touched. She should have pushed him off. She should have reached for the lamp or run for the door. But as his hands, rough and trembling, tangled in her hair,

As footsteps rang out against the marble floor, Evelyn’s breath caught.‘.….unacceptable.’ Lucien’s voice. It was low, sharp and controlled. Evelyn listened intently from where she was.There was something beneath that voice, similar to irritation. She didn’t move, trying to conceal her prescence as much as possible and she didn’t know why. Maybe instinct or fear.She stepped back quietly slipping further into the adjoining sitting area where the wall partially shielded her from view as the two advanced.‘I don’t tolerate mistakes, Alex,’ Lucien continued, his tone clipped. ‘If someone can get close enough to tamper with my drink, then I have a security problem.’‘Yes, sir. I’ve already started reviewing access logs…..’‘Not started,’ Lucien cut in. ‘Finished.’Silence. Then, ‘Yes, sir.’Evelyn presses her fingers lightly against her arm, grounding herself as she listened. This was him. The lucien she had read from the tabloids and seen all over the news. Nothing like the man from las

As the gate closed behind her with a click, Evelyn didn’t look back. The road stretched ahead, long and empty, lined with tall hedges that felt more like barriers than decoration. The estate sat too far from the main road, too isolated as if everything about it was designed to keep the outside world at a distance. Herself included. She tightened her hold on her bag and started walking. Her phone was dead. She had checked twice, pressed the power button longer than necessary. As if persistence alone might force it back to life. At first, her steps were steady in a way that matched the composure she had forced onto herself before slipping out of that room. Before hearing his voice. Before….. Evelyn exhaled sharply. No, she thought, forcing herself to focus on the road instead. The faint crunch of gravel beneath her shoes, the dry air brushing against her skin. I’m not interested in

The house felt quieter than usual that evening. It was the kind of silence that carried weight rather than comfort. Evelyn noticed it the moment she stepped into the dining room. The lights were on and the table was set. But nothing about the space felt warm. Her father was already seated. Arthur Sterling did not look up immediately when she entered. He was staring at something on his tablet. His expression was tight. The lines around his mouth were deeper than she remembered. For a brief second, Evelyn thought about turning around. She wanted to walk out and pretend she had not seen him. But that was not an option anymore. It never had been. "Sit down," he said without looking at her. Evelyn pulled out the chair across from him and sat. She did not bother asking how he was. There was no point pretending. Her mother stood by the sideboard. Her hands were clasped together. She watched them both carefully. That alone told Evelyn everything she needed to know. Margaret only hovered