All Chapters of Secrets of a Hidden Marriage: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Allie’s heart pounded in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears like a war drum. But she didn’t stop. If anything, she moved faster, dragging Julian Ford along with her.Behind them, Liam Hart’s voice cut through the air like a blade.“Allie?”She didn’t turn around. She couldn’t.Julian shot her a worried glance. "Allie, are you okay?"She forced a tight-lipped smile. "I just... I need some air."The rooftop was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos inside. The city stretched out before them, glittering under the night sky, but Allie felt suffocated. She sank onto a swing chair, gripping the edges as if it could keep her from falling apart.Julian hesitated before sitting beside her. "Do you want to talk about it?"Allie swallowed hard. "No. Not right now."But the storm inside her wouldn’t settle. Seeing Liam here, with Mia Stone of all people, was like a punch to the gut. A confirmation of her worst fears.Julian sighed. "I won’t push you, but you shouldn’t be alone right now. I’l

Julian smirked. "So, you finally remember."But Allie still couldn’t believe it. "Wait… what? That can’t be right."The Julian she remembered wasn’t like this.Back at St. Mary’s Orphanage, the other kids always played together, but there was one boy who never joined in. He’d sit alone in the corner, staring out the window, lost in his own world.The other kids whispered that he was strange, maybe even a little broken.Back then, young Allie didn’t understand what that meant, so she decided she’d play with him instead.His hair was cut short and round, reminding her of a little chip, so she called him "Chip."Then, life got in the way. When her mom got sick, Allie stopped going to the orphanage. Over time, those memories faded, just like the friends she left behind.But she never forgot the quiet, pale boy who never spoke.And now, standing in front of her, Julian—loud, confident, and utterly dazzling—was claiming to be that same boy.It didn’t make sense.Julian chuckled, seeing the

2:00 AM.The exclusive VIP lounge of "Nocturne," the most sought-after bar in town.Three men lounged around a glass table, their eyes fixed on Liam Hart, who sat in a single-seater sofa, silent and brooding. The dim, golden glow of the room barely softened the sharp tension in the air.Preston Whitmore yawned, stretching his arms lazily. "Alright, someone explain what the hell is going on. You drag us out here at this ungodly hour, and now you’re just sitting there, brooding like a tragic hero. Are we supposed to drink, fight, or plan a heist? Give me something."Noah leaned back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "He looks like a guy who just got dumped."Beckett Harrington, the youngest of the group, smacked Noah on the head. "Dumbass. You clearly don’t read the news. Mia Stone literally just proposed to him in front of the whole damn world. After years of chasing, she finally got her man. Shouldn’t he be throwing a party instead of hosting this pity fest?"Noah winced, rubbing the s

When Liam Hart proposed to her, she had wrestled with a single question in her heart.A man so distant, so untouchable—could she ever truly reach him?Even then, she had suspected that Liam’s feelings weren’t as deep as they seemed. As Adam once warned her, perhaps the proposal was merely a matter of habit, something Liam believed was expected of him.At the time, a Hollywood director had extended an invitation to Mia Stone, and she had used it as an escape, rejecting Liam’s proposal in the process.She had wanted to talk to him, to truly understand where they stood. After all, a marriage proposal was no small matter.But before she could even return home, she had learned the shocking truth—Liam Hart was already married.She had refused to believe it. A man as meticulous as Liam, with his obsession for order, his calculated detachment—how could he possibly have let another woman into his life so suddenly?Even if the marriage was real, surely it was nothing more than a formality.And

The set was buzzing with activity under the relentless summer sun. Despite the sweltering heat, the scene they were about to film was set during Christmas, requiring thick winter clothing.Allie tugged at the heavy down jacket, already feeling as if she had been trapped inside an oven. The script demanded realism, and that meant suffering through layers of fabric meant for a blizzard while the July heat bore down on them.Director Samuel stood with his megaphone in hand. “Alright, people! This scene isn’t difficult. Allie, just nail it in one go and we’ll be done!”Allie wiped the sweat from her brow and nodded. “Got it, Director.”The scene began. Mia, playing the role of the desperate sister, slammed the car door shut and started the engine, while Julian lay unconscious in the backseat, drugged and unaware. The car pulled forward smoothly, cameras rolling on the track alongside it.Allie, playing Laura Peterson, sprinted after the car.Within seconds, she felt her body heating up un