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I faced the rows of clothing again and continued to look through them while huffing under my breath; it had just been one of those days. My phone buzzed in my bag. I sighed, yanked it out, fully prepared to scroll past another pointless update from some influencer or socialite. But then I read the headline. BREAKING: Billionaire CEO Alex Taylor Tied to Mysterious Marriage—Meet His Secret Husband. It hit me like a wave as I felt my heart sink into my stomach. The picture was loading slowly before I saw it clearly. Alex in a sleek black tux, standing next to Dennis—that Dennis, his damn secretary—wearing a matching smile. They looked… like a couple.

*** The plane landed in Northvale way past dark. I stepped off, wedding dress trailing like a bad decision, and spotted him right away—tall, sharp, unmistakable. Ciel Clementine, head of the Clementine family. My brand-new husband. People said he was a shark in business and a monster at home. The kind who left gold diggers cracked and hollow. Elodie lasted a year before she spiraled and jumped. A chill slid down my spine as I stopped in front of him. His eyes dropped to the dress, brow ticking up.

"Is Grandpa okay?" Elizabeth didn't take a full minute to replied. "How could he be okay, Ella? He was shot. He could have died that night." "You should come apologize to him, he's very upset at you." "You shouldn't ignore your family just because you got married to someone with a big name. Don't forget Ella, you're still one of us." I read the text carefully before I scoffed. Elizabeth has no business telling my wife that she's a Williamson, because my wife is a Smith now.

Whether she is married or not, it's not your concern. If I remember correctly, you never acknowledged Avery as your daughter. Therefore, stop asking me silly questions about my precious daughter." Then he left the dining room and went to his study room to rest. Elizabeth nearly fainted with anger. It was clear to her that her husband was hiding something from her. She looked at her son and asked, "Aiden, have you heard anything about your sister's marriage?" Aiden shook his head and replied, "I haven't heard anything, Mom. Avery blacklisted me, and she treats me as a stranger. I remember one time; Avery came to the company.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

Alexander moved even closer and held her waist bringing his mouth directly close to her ear. “A chance to keep your dads company name provoke me and I’ll buy it for the cheap price that is currently worth” The company workers have been getting inquiries from their friends and family about Alexander's wife, asking if they know who she is. Since the news about him has spread like wildfire, everyone is dying to know who the lucky woman to marry the billionaire is. Here’s a corrected version with minimal changes: One of the workers was passing by, saw the scene, and took a picture, happy that she had cracked the code on who Alexander Steele's wife is, and quickly shared it online. Before Charlot

"That time I came to make sure he had kept his promise to take down all the news articles about me and him kissing in the nightclub." "So, how did it go?" asked Erliza. Her sitting position changed to lean slightly towards Sherin. Sherin had glanced at Erliza who looked very curious. But finally Sherin still answered. "When I came, Xavier didn't want to see me. But he left a message through his confidant that he had made an appointment. And... indeed, the news article about me and him is no longer circulating." Despite the explanation, for some reason Erliza still felt irritated. Erliza pressed her lips together and clenched her palms. Erliza immediately hit her own thigh using her clenched

“Glad to see you made it.” Liam’s expression remained neutral, but he extended a hand to greet the man. “Roger, good to see you.” He gestured to Izzy. “This is my wife, Isabella.” Izzy extended her hand, summoning her best polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Beaumont.” Roger Beaumont, one of Liam’s top executives, shook her hand with a firm grip. “Ah, the newlyweds,” he said with a grin. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Isabella. Liam’s kept you quite the mystery.”

Elizabeth looked up, giving him a cold stare. "I won't," she replied firmly, walking away to join her family. Outside the waiting court, Elizabeth's family greeted her with big smiles. "Finally, we are free of your poor husband," Rossa, Elizabeth's biological mother, said with satisfaction. Elizabeth nodded, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry I shamed the family by marrying a poor man like him," she said disdainfully. "Now it's all over. Let's go home." Elizabeth's father said However, before they left, Edward's voice was heard.

Following that was Enzo's statement in front of everyone. He was dressed in a sharp suit, looking serious and dignified, exuding an air of royal authority. [Indeed... she is my wife. We secretly got married years ago because we didn't want too much attention. My wife dislikes being bothered. Rollo and Mindian are our shared children, and all the news about me and other women are untrue.] [So, can you explain why you kept it a secret for so many years?] a reporter asked loudly.