Novel & Cerita Is Carin Leon Married

It wasn’t just the announcement. It was him. Leon. And the truth that we would now live together. Secretly married. Publicly distant. The car ride back to the estate was long, quiet. I sat beside him in the back seat of the dark car, my fingers twitching against the hem of my dress. Leon stared out the window, one hand under his chin, legs crossed in that signature CEO posture he wore in every board meeting — dignified, unreadable, and completely detached. Only now, he was my husband.

he said, surprised to find me standing in the hallway instead of gone. “You’re not serious,” I whispered. My voice scraped against my throat, dry and coarse, as if I had swallowed a handful of sand. The shock had severed the connection between my brain and my tear ducts. “Leon, tell me you’re joking.” Leon didn’t look at me. He was adjusting his cufflinks and staring into the hallway mirror as if he were checking his appearance for a board meeting, not ending our marriage. “I’ve been seeing Zara for a while now,” he said. His tone was terrifyingly flat, with no guilt and no stutter. “I saw her again when I went to London. We decided this was the right path.”

A few days passed. Leon didn't come home. Back at the office, I didn't see him either. I worked PR for his company. No one knew I was his wife. The secret marriage was Giselle's idea. When she found out we were getting married, she threw a fit, saying a woman who spent her days in low-cut dresses working the social circuit had no business being the Donna of the Santoro family. It would embarrass everyone. It was petty and jealous and completely unhinged, but Leon actually listened.

I stayed silent. “And apparently,” he continued casually, “you’re planning to divorce your wife and marry the other sister instead.” My fingers tightened against the desk immediately. Because unlike most people, Leon actually knew the truth. The public never knew I married Nyelle instead of Cassia. I kept the marriage private while waiting for Cassia all those years, and now that she was back, everyone naturally assumed she had always been the woman in my life. No one knew the truth except family. And somehow hearing Leon say it out loud irritated me badly.

Once we are inside Leon makes himself comfortable by sitting on the chair I had occupied earlier and rocky on its hind legs while propping his feet on my desk. “What troubles you about your wedding, little pup?” I close the door behind me before carrying on the conversation. “What gave me away?” “Your lack of enthusiasm. Do you not love the unfortunate girl?” I lean on the door behind me as I give Leon my reply. “To be honest Leon, no, I don’t, but I can learn to. Besides, I can see the reason behind our marriage.” “And what stupid reason is that, my dear friend.” “It’s a political reason, Leon.”

" Leonardo asked again. "What an absurd question. A happy marriage, of course." Caroline smiled sarcastically. "Would you be happy if you married someone who didn't love you?" Leonardo's question this time managed to silence Caroline. "Do you know..." "Don't talk anymore. I already know the answer." Caroline interrupted Leonardo's conversation. "Good. So, respect yourself," said Leonardo in a stern tone. "You know who I am? I won't stop until I get what I want. I know your weakness and you, arrogant man, prepare yourself to beg me." Caroline whispered and then kissed Leonardo's lips roughly. " I will never!" whispered Leonardo. Caroline ignored Leonardo's words. She waved and walked out of L

But before Leon could think any further, Hugh retracted his phone, fiddled with it once more and showed it back. "And this too, it's him, right?" This time around, the picture on his screen was Alexandra, or rather Ariadne and Lucien on their wedding day. It had been a small gathering, mostly Close friends of Celine and a few of Lucien's, but nothing big, since the male demanded to not expose to fact that he was married to the whole world. Leon had found it odd at that time. Lucien never cared about what the world thought of him. But now he knew it was because that bastard had a woman else where. His face flushed in shame. How could he not see it?

Their bond had always been deep. When Leona was conferred the title of a princess, Carissa had returned from Meadow Ridge specifically to give her congratulations. Carissa smiled, and wiped away Leona’s tears. “Silly girl. Even after you’re married, you’re still crying. How could I possibly be angry with you?” “Really?” Leona looked at her with tearful eyes. “Of course.” Carissa, noticing Leona’s pale complexion, asked, “How does your husband treat you?” Leona wiped her tears, but her nose grew red and she began to cry again. “It's not like he would dare to mistreat me.”

His expression hardened when he saw Billy carrying the child who was with Giselle. “Sir, should we continue following them?” Joe asked carefully. Leon was silent for a long moment before replying in a low tone. “No.” “But—” “I said, no,” Leon cut him off sharply. His eyes were still fixed on them, especially on the child laughing in Billy’s arms. He took a long breath, his jaw tightening. “So, she’s already married,” he murmured quietly, his voice heavy with disappointment. “That troublesome girl… already has a husband and a child.”

Pleaded Kiara, facing Leo. “You have not told her about the boss and you ma—?” Leo was questioning when she again cut her words off in between. “I do, but only about my out-of-the-blue marriage and whatever happened after that, but not his identity. She doesn’t know I’m married to Viaan Adams — The billionaire.”