Full Marks Hidden Marriage Novels & Stories

“Because I saw the way she looks at you, the way you look at her, and I was scared, scared that everything we’ve built means nothing to you. Scared that you’ll let her and Leon destroy your family’s company just because you can’t let go of the past.” Before he can respond, my phone buzzes, it was Sam with a news link. I click it and my blood runs cold. The front page story says “Ivanov Industries CEO Seen with Mystery Woman Marriage in Jeopardy.” The cropped, edited photos are there, with captions claiming our marriage is over and I’m holding the company hostage with false claims. “Oh my God,” I whisper, dropping my phone on the desk.

“Mr. Viaan Adams did not enter into a marriage out of choice or deceit. There were unavoidable reasons that forced him into the marriage, and more uncontrollable circumstances compelled him to keep this information private. Hiding: It was not a matter of deception, but rather a matter of protection for Mr. Adams.” Gasps and whispers rippled through the room, the reporters exchanging glances and frantically scribbling notes. The hidden marriage of the enigmatic CEO had caught them off guard, and they were eager to uncover the truth behind the secrecy. “What do you mean entering a marriage what not his choice, Miss? Please be precise. What compelled Mr. Adams? And whose protection are you exac

“It has to be. We have already signed the contract and received my mother's blessing, so I don't see any reason to wait. Let's get it done with.” Marley snorted. “Any issues Miss Neils?” Marley shrugs. “You have already taken care of everything Mr Kalvey.” Anthonio clicked his tongue. “Is there anything you want to say?” “Well, hope you do know that this marriage must be hidden. No one except your family and close relatives must know.” Marley said. Anthonio nodded in acknowledgement.

“In this reality filled with intrigue, the announcement of our relationship status must serve as the definitive counter‑blow to the already shattered credibility of Marcus’s faction. The international public must view this strategic alliance as something built upon a foundation of absolute legal legitimacy and superior material innovation. Today, the title of Hidden Wife will no longer remain a secret; instead, it will become the symbol of a new supremacy established upon the global trade stage. This public reckoning will clear away every last trace of doubt lingering among secondary investors operating on the trading floor.” The head of Thorne Group’s legal division entered the preparation

she asked. “Dramas,” one of them said proudly. “Of course,” another agreed. “All the good ones start like this.” Emily could only stare. “They get married in secret,” the woman continued enthusiastically, “private ceremony, no one knows, then the wife comes to work in the company and pretends to be just another employee.” “And sometimes,” another added, “they even sign contracts not to reveal the marriage.” Emily let out a soft breath, somewhere between disbelief and exhaustion. “That is not what this is,” she said.

Michael stared at her, unblinking. “…What?” Vivian grinned. “Marriage, Michael. You know, ‘I do,’ some cake, a wedding dress—” Michael cut her off. “Yes.” Vivian’s mouth opened, then closed. “Wait. What?” “Yes,” he repeated. “But in secret. No one can know.” Her eyes widened. “Ooooh, a secret marriage. How mysterious. How scandalous. How—” She gasped, clasping her hands together. “Are we having a forbidden romance?”

He didn’t give me time to respond. Instead, he reached into the folder beside him and pulled out a stack of documents, sliding them across the table toward me. I hesitated before picking them up. My name stared back at me from the top page. My heart skipped. “What is this?” “A solution,” he said. I flipped through the pages slowly, my eyes scanning each line, each clause. Then I froze. Marriage. A secret marriage. My fingers tightened around the paper. “You’re serious?” I whispered. “Very.”

He walks closer to her and drops a shit of clean paper with black ink writing beside her plate. Caitrona looks at his face, then back to the paper. “This document needs your signature!” Adonis slowly speaks as he drops a confidential pen on top of it. Caitrona drops her spoon as she looks clearly to read what is written in it. “Hidden marriage agreement?” her eyes immediatdiately opens as wide as it could. “What do you mean? Do you want to have a hidden marriage with me?” She clears her throat. “Wait,No, I mean you want to marry me?” she stutters.

This picture looks old. ‘President Smith is married! How come he managed to hide something this big all this time?’ ‘Oh My God! Why did he have a hidden marriage?’ ‘Hold your horses, guys! The experts have yet to verify the pictures.’ ‘Yeah! President Smith’s marriage can’t possibly be a secret.’ ‘This is probably a fake picture.’ ‘The verdict is out. The picture is real.’ ‘He is married.’ ‘He is indeed married.’ ‘The most eligible bachelor in P city is not a bachelor at all.’

Haley nodded. "Do you vote me for your aunty Brielle?" he asked pointing to me. Haley looked at me and at him. "Tata?" she asked. Damian nodded. Haley looked at me for a moment and then at Damian. "But she's already married to uncle Theo" she said. I laughed. Damian looked at her and at me in disbelief. I taught her too well. *ting I checked the notification and saw that Aia sent me a link. From: Babe