All Chapters of Secrets of a Hidden Marriage: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The conference room buzzed with restless energy, cameras flashing as reporters murmured among themselves. Everyone was waiting for the moment to pounce.Allie Brooks arrived fashionably late, stepping through the doors with a calm that masked the storm within. Every pair of eyes turned to her, judgment laced in their stares. The room smelled of coffee and heated gossip, the tension thick enough to choke on.“Where’s Mia Stone?” someone whispered near the front. “Isn’t she supposed to be here?”“She’s too humiliated to show up,” another snickered. “I mean, who wouldn’t be? Engaged one moment, then watching her fiancé caught up in a scandal with a nobody? Guess the high and mighty still fall hard.”“Please,” a third voice chimed in. “Hollywood’s elite always have their side pieces. Mia probably knew. As long as she’s still Mrs. Hart in the end, why should she care?”At the head of the table, Liam Hart sat, his posture regal, his expression unreadable. But his eyes—those eyes were sear

At that moment, Preston Whitmore stepped forward and addressed the reporters, his tone authoritative. "That concludes today's press conference. Please make your way back."But one reporter, bolder than the rest, raised his voice. "Mr. Hart, can you two pose in a more intimate position for a headline photo?"The request was audacious.Liam Hart was known for his cold, untouchable demeanor. A man who loathed close contact and personal displays.Yet, against all expectations, he did not refuse.Instead, he responded with a nonchalant, "Alright, let's do it."Before anyone could react, Liam turned towards Allie. Without hesitation, he cradled her face between his hands—his touch firm yet oddly gentle—and pressed his lips to hers.The room collectively gasped.Even Preston, the ever-composed right-hand man, blinked in disbelief.Liam Hart—the icy, aloof CEO—despised unnecessary physical contact. A man who kept the world at arm’s length. And yet, he had just kissed Allison Brooks in front

Scarlett Renwick stood off to the side, arms folded tightly beneath her chest, that signature smirk curling her lips like she was permanently entertained. “He’s in the lounge. Alone. And from what I heard,” she added, her voice dipped in amusement, “even his assistant barely made it out alive.”I didn’t hesitate. “I’ll go check on him.”As I walked away, the room didn’t even try to be subtle.“Of course Allie can just waltz in whenever she wants,” someone muttered, half under their breath.“She’s the favorite now,” another said. “The director, the producer—hell, even Julian Ford bends over backward for her.”A bitter scoff followed. “Julian? Please. The real untouchable star is Liam Hart. And she’s got him wrapped around her finger.”Their voices buzzed like mosquitoes around my head, but I didn’t let them stick. I had a thicker skin now. I needed it.Inside the lounge, the temperature dropped. Julian Ford sat slumped in one of the velvet armchairs like a storm cloud with legs. His ja

The second my mother’s name came up, Vivian froze.The fire in her eyes flickered, dimmed, then vanished altogether—just for a second. But I caught it. She quickly masked it with that cold indifference she always wore like armor.I knew the story too well. Lisa Ruyan and my mother had once lit up Hollywood like twin stars. But my father—David Brooks—chose my mother. Or at least, it looked that way on the surface.Even after marrying her, he never truly let go of Lisa.Two years after I was born, Vivian entered the world. But Lisa wasn’t the type to accept defeat. She waited, silent and cunning, for ten long years. And when my mother died… she finally got what she always wanted—David.Vivian crossed her arms and tilted her chin defiantly. “But I’m not waiting ten years.”Lisa gave her a smile so sweet it made my skin crawl. “And you won’t have to. Trust me, dear. I won’t let you walk my path. In a year, Allie will be out of Liam’s life. And when that happens… the woman in his arms will

Adam Hart was the golden boy of A University’s medical department—brilliant, disciplined, emotionally unavailable. A genius in every sense of the word, and just as cold. People called him the “Ice Prince” for a reason. He wasn’t rude—just distant. Too distant to be touched. Too brilliant to be reached.And now… now he was about to meet me again. But this time, as family.As I followed Robert and Liam down the sweeping staircase of the Hart estate, the scent of fresh lilies and polished wood filled the air, but I barely noticed. My thoughts were knotted, tangled somewhere between dread and disbelief.Then I saw them—my father and Lisa Ruyan—waiting in the foyer.My heart thumped.“Mr. Hart,” my father said, offering his hand with his signature businesslike charm. “It’s an honor to be invited.”Robert returned the gesture with a practiced smile. “No need for such formality, Mr. Brooks. The children are already married. We’re family now.”Lisa stood at his side, graceful as always, thoug