Falling For His Hidden Marriage Little Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her curiosity was written all over her face. I swallowed before answering, my thoughts going back—back to the day everything fell apart. The day I learned my ten-year marriage was nothing but a farce. The day I walked into my own home expecting to surprise my darling husband, only to find another woman in charge of my house. Only to be kicked out of my own house. To find out that my husband had another family. To feel myself break, piece by piece. “That was the day I met Marcus,” I said quietly. “And he has never let me down since then. Not ever.”

It was grand, it was flashy, it was famous but that was it. On the night when they were supposed to consummate their marriage, He was there in his study, researching some cures for his patients and projects. He never glances at his newly wedded wife once when she comes to call him to bed. The marriage has been a mistake at the very beginning, and now, Julian realises it has become a deadly trap She can never get out of.

Did my husband ever love me at all? Was every smile fake? Every touch calculated? Questions flooded my mind until I thought I would drown in them. But strangely, the tears never came. It hurt too much to cry. At some point, exhaustion dragged me into sleep. When I woke up the next morning, sunlight spilled across the motel bed like nothing had happened. Like my marriage hadn’t just died the night before. I cleaned myself up carefully, hiding every crack in my expression the best I could. It didn’t work. But at least I looked presentable.

he added, softer now, “this is a real position, not a refuge.” I looked at the leather sleeve in my hand. “I know.” After the call ended, the documents arrived one by one: flight clearance, entry papers, the Zurich trust contract. I checked each file, then locked the agreement in my drawer. For seven years, I had lived as Niccolò’s wife only behind closed doors. I had accepted it once, believing secrecy was temporary. Then Lia came back, and every promise became another excuse with her name attached. The glass door opened behind me. Niccolò came in from the terrace with tobacco on his coat and reached for me as he passed, but I stepped away before his hand touched my waist.

"Why did you agree to all of this?" I could sense the truth teetering on the brink of my consciousness, ready to explode. Love wasn't the true reason I was here or why I had consented to this marriage. It was nothing like it at all. Simply put, it was survival. For Mia's future, safety, and the stability she need, I had consented to this. There was no other option, so I swallowed my pride and went down the aisle. However, at some point, I had persuaded myself that there may be more. that I could somehow make this work.

I couldn't help but giggle. I let my fingures message the suit feeling its smoothness with a smile on my face. Who would have thought that a nobody like me l was before knowing my true self that l will one day marry such an outstanding man. The nation's favorite guy, the famous musician and one of the richest young people in the country. Keron Underwood. The sound or calling of his name brings chills to many women and girls in country X. But l sleep with him, l know each and every part of his body. On top of that am marrying him tomorrow. At his request. Isn't that great?

He paused, more irritated by the sound of the words, "My wife." She nodded again, waiting for him to continue speaking. He exhaled and said, "It's about discretion. You need to understand that our marriage must remain a secret. No one can know." Ruby wiped her eyes. "I understand. I won't breathe a word." Jaxon's gaze narrowed. "If you so much as hint at our marriage to anyone, the deal is off, and I will make you to pay dearly for it. Do you understand?" "Ye-Yes. I think so."

Ignacio's bewildered expression mirrored my own confusion and disbelief. Time seemed to slow down as our eyes locked, and a myriad of emotions flickered across Ignacio's face. The shock of seeing me, visibly pregnant with a baby bump, in the company of another man claiming me as his wife was evident. It was a collision of worlds that I never anticipated, and the weight of my secret marriage and the consequences that followed suddenly bore down on me. I stood frozen, unable to form words or make sense of the overwhelming situation unfolding before me. The air grew thick with tension, and a deafening silence settled upon us. Cullen's smile wavered, sensing the palpable unease in the air.