My Multiple Identities Revealed After Marrying The Bigshot Novels & Stories

Hometown. And that’s when it hit him. They were from the same city. He leaned back in his leather chair, stunned. No wonder her scent, her aura—it was all too familiar. “We must have crossed paths before,” he said aloud, brows furrowing. “But where?” He clicked through the few public records available. Her name had recently been removed from a marriage certificate—divorced. Pregnant. New business owner. All her records were clean and recent. But what intrigued him more was how little there was—almost like someone had deliberately kept her life quiet. Hidden.

They cheered and welcomed me back as they had rehearsed. “So, the rumours are true.” I turned around and bumped into the male silhouette: his hands were in his pockets, his suit and scent were familiar. Mark. His hand was linked with an annoying scent, Becky. A ring danced on their fingers and Becky flaunted it richly. I smiled at them. “I see you have time getting married. How do you afford a mating wedding and can't afford to pay your debt?” Becky wanted to speak but Mark stopped her. “Let’s see how it goes with your new fake identity.”

‘ What those two incidents had in common is the key. ‘Well’, I gulped down my wine. ‘Then I was about to Marry a billionaire who was a Mafia Boss. Now, I am already married to one. I guess it was after our first night together that I realized we are going to be together for a long time.’ ‘A billion dollar cheque for your thoughts.” The deep voice interrupted my reverie. I glanced at his way. He in his PJ trousers. Leaving his bare chest for me to drool over. I pursed my lip.

This way, I don't need to cross paths with Richard ever again and he would never know about Daisy or my real identity. “I was married”, the words flow forcefully out of my mouth, making me bite down on my lower lip as soon as it is out. Not willing to reveal more, I add. “I am a divorcee.” He nods again, this time his face is void of the mischief on his face from earlier. It makes me wonder if my situation is pathetic for his smile to vanish into thin air within a second. He fishes out a card and presses it to my hand before throwing me a wink and walking away.

“During the three years of marriage, I admit that I was a little happy. If only they didn’t treat me like a servant, I would have intended to tell them about my true identity so that my husband could participate in the company. But it turned out that I was wrong.” Back then, at the beginning of their marriage, Helena had intended to tell her husband’s family about her identity as a billionaire heir, but it turned out that time didn’t give Helena that chance, and then the girl kept it a secret until one day Helena was forced to sign divorce papers, and embarrassed her in front of other women.

The transition went out smoothly. Just like when I got married, everything happened in a snap. I was now working as my husband's secretary. I didn't expect that meeting him unexpectedly that night would transpire into something good like this. It's been a week already since Alex revealed his real identity. But until now, I couldn't believe that the President of the Prime Group of Companies was my husband. Moreover, I couldn't believe that he would treat me more than I deserve. Oh Lord, if it's just a dream, I don't want to wake up anymore.

He paused and turned back to me with a smirk on his face. "You are eating off of me. You agreed to this marriage because of money didn't you?" his voice was like venom tearing into my flesh and straight to my heart. I shook my head rapidly and fought back the tears that threatened me. "You wanted money, your family's life changed after you married me. You can literally sit with the number one citizen of this country because of my name that you bare all in the name of your marriage to me. How can you possibly be a victim when you are a gold digger willing to steal someone's Identity to be rich" he spat and turned around.

I was awoken by the rays of sunlight peeping through the window, I sat up confused, trying to decipher where I was as I was not familiar with the environment, and then it suddenly dawned on me that I was in Dylan's bedroom, or rather our bedroom. I moved my gaze to the other side of the bed and memories of yesterday flooded back at me; it was my wedding night, the night every girl looked forward to, the special night, but there I was, scared, unenthused and my alleged groom was nowhere to be found. I wondered where he could have spent the night; probably in a hotel with one of his women. I never imagined my wedding night would be like that, I always dreamt of having my wedding night in a sev