All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unknowing Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Imogen The very first day I met Ciara was during the Friday of my first week working for Malcolm Grayson, and at that time I had been seated quietly in my office while going through the schedule for the following week. Then suddenly, the office door opened. A very tall and slender woman walked inside confidently, her dirty blonde hair cascading beautifully down her back while her red-painted lips stretched into a bright smile that reached her eyes completely as she walked directly toward Malcolm. And the moment Malcolm looked up and saw her, something about his entire expression softened almost immediately. To this day, I still remember how genuinely he smiled at her before standing up from his seat because that was probably the first time I realized Malcolm Grayson actually had someone he considered important enough to treat warmly. Who would have thought Malcolm Grayson truly had a friend? And not just any friend, but someone he clearly respected enough not to belittle

Imogen The birthday preparations turned out to be far more stressful than I originally expected, especially the last-minute planning, which I hated the most because everything had to be done quickly while still looking absolutely perfect at the same time. I had to search for a high-class restaurant with proper security, arrange the flowers personally, contact the event planner repeatedly, confirm reservations, organize the gift, and make sure every single detail matched Malcolm’s standards because one thing about working for Malcolm Grayson was that mediocrity simply did not exist around him. Everything had to be flawless. And considering the fact that this dinner was for someone clearly important to him, there was absolutely no room for mistakes. Alongside planning the dinner itself, I still had to organize tomorrow’s meetings, schedules, inspections, and activities for him too, and by the time I finished handling everything, my entire body felt like it was slowly shutting d

ImogenI woke up with a long yawn when my alarm rang and stretched lazily across the bed. That had honestly been one of the best sleeps I’d had in a while. Then reality settled in—I had to get ready to meet Mr. Grayson this morning. Tomorrow, we’d be leaving for a business trip, and the thought alone filled me with excitement.After getting out of bed, I took a quick shower and dressed in one of my fitted suits. Once I finished combing my hair neatly into place, I stared at myself in the mirror, looking every bit the professional assistant I was supposed to be. Only one thing was missing—my glasses.I started searching around the room for them before suddenly pausing mid-step.Wait… how exactly did I get home last night?My eyes widened instantly, and I hurried out of the room.“Xavier!” I called.Not long after, my personal driver appeared with a suspiciously amused smile already on his face.“Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted politely, though the grin tugging at his lips told me he a

MalcolmDid she really hate being in the same room with me that much, or was there something else making her act this way? No, she didn't look at me the way most women did, but she had been unusually nervous lately, and the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that it was probably because of her husband.Any man would be upset if he found out his wife was sharing a suite with another man, even if it was strictly for work.Thinking about that inevitably brought me back to the topic of her marriage.I had my doubts about it, but I had already decided that I wasn't going to look into her background. Apart from the issue involving Sebastian, she had been a genuinely good employee, and that alone was enough reason for me to respect her privacy.While she was in the shower, the aroma of the food filled the suite and tested my patience. To stop myself from digging into dinner before she came out, I buried my attention in my phone instead, scrolling aimlessly through the lates

ImogenAfter refusing to let me sleep on the couch for what felt like the hundredth time, Malcolm finally wore down my resistance, leaving me with no choice but to share the bed with him. A pillow was placed firmly between us, acting as a barrier, but I wasn't sure it helped much because while he appeared perfectly comfortable, I couldn't sleep a wink.It was the first time in my life that I had shared a bed with a man, and to make matters worse, that man happened to be my longtime crush.How exactly was I supposed to sleep under those circumstances?As I lay there staring into the darkness, one thought kept returning to me over and over again. It felt as though something between us was changing, especially with the way he had started asking questions about my personal life, something he had never shown the slightest interest in before.The more time we spent together, the more curious he seemed to become about me, and that terrified me because I wasn't sure how much longer I could ke