Novel & Cerita Falling For His Hidden Marriage Little Wife

Tsk. I want to watch her, not because I love her, but because that's what her Dad wants. Before Twaine and I got married, we also secretly agreed that we could get a divorce once we found our same true love. That's why no one else should know that we are married. Before coming late to school, I went to the parking lot of our house to pick up my car. I turned it on immediately after I boarded and after a thirty-minute drive, I also reached Hartfeld.

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

"You don't have a choice." "Why your not satisfied insulting me, why can't you ask your love Catherine to accompany you." All these while Catherine wasn't even on his mind this made him surprise but composing himself he answered. "Your my wife currently not her, get ready soon" he slammed the door shut. I've never seen a jerk like him maybe he is trying to work out this marriage "may be” her inner voice replied. But little did she know that she was falling for the devil and she had to endure a heart-breaking pain, there are unknown secrets, her past takes a twist in her life which would hurt her more than she could ever imagine.

I could feel my chest rising and falling rapidly, but I refused to stop. For months, Alan had hidden me like I was something shameful. Now it was his turn to face humiliation. “Yes,” I continued loudly, “it was Alan’s idea to keep our marriage a secret from everyone. He never wanted anyone to know I was his wife. Do you all know why?” I laughed bitterly. “Because he looked down on me.” The employees exchanged shocked glances. Alan’s jaw tightened angrily. I ignored him and kept going. “So don’t stand there blaming Michael for falling in love with me or for kissing me. Blame yourself. He didn’t know I was your wife because nobody knew I was your wife. You made sure of that.”

"I know you think I'm just some predator, but you're wrong. I've been watching you for months, admiring your strength, your loyalty, your beauty. You deserve so much more than the life you're living, trapped in that mausoleum of a house with a man who can't even get hard for you." "Don't," I whispered, but he kept talking. "My wife is in Italy, has been for two years. Our marriage was arranged, loveless. She prefers the old country, and I prefer... well, I prefer women like you. Smart, passionate, alive. And carrying new life, so full of potential. We could have something real together, Lena. You wouldn't have to live on scraps of affection and pretend everything is fine. We'd have it all."

The little wine cupboard stood adjacent to the mahogany coffee table with a few pictures littered on it. Her fingers grazed over all of them. They were mostly pictures of Aiden and Eldon. She was not in any of them. No wonder no one knew her here. Her heart ached—despite being together for years, her marriage to Aiden remained a secret; even her friends did not know. It was not something she was proud of at that moment, marrying a man because he had knocked her up. It sounded like a whore-like story. She was a poor girl from the South with no parents, now married to one of the biggest construction company CEOs in the country. It felt more like an unbelievable Cinderella-like story than her l

Father snarled, turning his back on me. He was already at the base of the stairs when he halted with his wife and then snapped his head in my direction. “If I don't see your husband on Sunday, then forget about getting your inheritance.” His words were followed by a mocking laughter from mother and daughter. With my heart lunged in my throat, I made my way towards the exit and the moment I stepped out of the building, I called Tristan, my boyfriend. “Marry me.” I said the moment the lines connected.

"There has to be something wrong. Kael's standards aren't that low. There's no way he could fall in love with a fat woman like Hellena." Vivian slammed her cup onto the nightstand, the sharp clink shattering the silence in the room. Her pride as the only daughter of the Wheeler family refused to accept the reality that she had lost to an ordinary employee. Her cunning instincts screamed that this sudden, secret marriage was nothing but a lie—a cover-up to hide something far greater.

My wife Cynthia Bolton's voice was soft, but her words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. I stared down at the floor, my mind racing as I tried to process what she'd just said. Seeing my sheer disbelief, Cynthia let out another sigh and explained calmly, "The night before the divorce went through, we didn't use protection. You and I weren't married yet, and it was all consensual. I'm sorry I kept it from you." Her words left my brain completely numb.