The Secret Groom of My Wedding Night

It was my wedding night, and I was supposed to be in bed with my husband—an old man my foster mother had sold me to because, to her, I was nothing more than trash.I lay stiffly on the bed, waiting for the nightmare to begin.A rosy pink blindfold covered my eyes tightly. Earlier that evening, after the wedding ceremony, I had discovered the strange tradition of this house: the bride’s eyes must remain shut until her husband had “claimed” her. Fear curled deep inside my chest.“I only need tonight to escape this mess,” I whispered to myself.By morning, I would pack whatever little belongings I had left and disappear from this cursed mansion.Or so I thought.The room smelled nothing like I expected. Instead of medicine and old age, the air carried a rich masculine scent—fresh, warm, and intoxicating.The bed beneath me was soft and comforting, almost gentle enough to make me forget the terror sitting in my chest.For a moment, I remembered the dreams I once had growing up. I had imag

The ride back to the mansion was painfully silent.I sat quietly in the backseat of the luxurious black car, clutching the bracelet tightly inside my trembling hands while countless thoughts battled inside my head. The mysterious stranger from the boutique…Who was he?Why did his voice sound exactly like the man from my wedding night? And most importantly…Why did my heart react so strongly whenever he came close to me? I slowly leaned my head against the car window, watching the city lights blur past. Nothing about this marriage made sense anymore. Not the old billionaire. Not the strange wedding tradition. Not the blindfold. Not the mysterious young man. Everything felt like a carefully hidden secret. The moment the car stopped in front of the mansion, my chest tightened uneasily. The huge building looked colder tonight. Almost suffocating.I stepped out of the car slowly and walked inside. The servants bowed respectfully as I passed, but their eyes carried strange pity.As though th

The room fell into complete silence.Every pair of eyes turned toward the man standing at the doorway. Tall. Cold. Powerful.Jason Lu walked into the study with slow, controlled steps, his dark tailored suit making his sharp features appear even more intimidating.My breathing became uneven instantly. It was really him. The stranger from my wedding night. The man from the boutique.And now—Young Master Lu.My husband’s son.My mind struggled to process everything at once. This was impossible. Absolutely impossible. Yet the closer he walked toward me, the stronger the familiar warmth became.The same scent. The same eyes. The same voice that haunted my thoughts endlessly. Jason’s sharp gaze finally settled on the lifeless body lying on the bed. For the first time since he entered the room, emotion crossed his face.Pain. Real pain. The powerful aura around him weakened slightly as he stepped closer to his father.“Dad…”The single word sounded unusually heavy. The executives lowered t

The day of Chairman Lu's burial arrived beneath a gray, overcast sky.Mia stood in front of the mirror as a stylist adjusted the black dress prepared for her by the Lu family.She hardly recognized the woman staring back at her.The dress was elegant.The pearl earrings were expensive.The image reflected wealth and status.Yet inside, she still felt like the same ordinary girl who had once shared a cramped bedroom in the Laurent household.A knock sounded on her door."Madam, it's time."Madam. The title still felt strange. Mia took a deep breath before stepping out of the room.The mansion was already bustling with activity.Security personnel moved about with serious expressions.Luxury vehicles arrived one after another outside the estate.Business leaders, Government officials, Investors.The entire city seemed determined to attend Chairman Lu's funeral.Mia finally understood just how powerful the Lu family truly was.As she descended the staircase, her steps slowed.Jason stood

Jamiah stood in front of the towering Lu Group headquarters, her heart pounding with anticipation.The glass skyscraper stretched high into the clouds, a symbol of wealth, power, and influence.Years ago, she had known Jason as a quiet teenage boy.Today, he was one of the most powerful men in the country.A smile curved her lips. Life truly worked in mysterious ways.She adjusted her designer handbag before stepping inside.The lobby was magnificent.Employees moved briskly across the polished marble floor while security guards stood at every entrance.Everything screamed luxury. Everything screamed success. And soon, she intended to become a part of it."Miss Gu?"The receptionist smiled politely."President Lu will see you now."Jamiah's pulse quickened.She nodded."Thank you."As she followed the assistant toward the executive floor, memories flooded her mind.The basketball court. The late-night phone calls. The promises they had made as teenagers. Back then, she had been certai