My Multiple Identities Revealed After Marrying The Bigshot Novels & Stories

“It’ll be tricky, but we will just have to keep the marriage a secret. Luckily I have lots of friends who can help keep big secrets." He's such a smug bastard, but he's right. If he can live a double life as both Micah Mckaine, billionaire entrepreneur and philanthropist, AND Kingpin Kane, the most dangerous man in California, he can hide our marriage. "Trust me," he kisses my hand again. "He won't suspect anything. Especially if we are careful.” "I'm not going to lie," I shake my head, "but I don't think this is going to work. I have a terrible feeling that this is all going to sneak up on us and cause more trouble than it is worth."

I kind of feared her. “No, no… She cannot know my identity. Please, Jesus, I do hope so and pray!” I muttered. Well, my husband was a renowned billionaire. A lot of people out there knew him. Considering my luck, people did not know me in person, as our wedding was contractual and it wasn’t that grand. Only people who witnessed our wedding knew me by my face. Not to forget, there were pictures published of my wedding along with the ‘Tiger Kelvin’. I was not at all a known figure to the multitudes of California. Albeit, it wasn’t that difficult to figure that out if researched. I kept a smile on my face so that she would not know my true identity.

“Tell me about it.” I sighed, sinking into the couch. “The business side of things is coming together. But keeping my identity a secret is harder than I thought.” Alec sat beside me, one arm draped over the back of the couch. “You’re determined to make it on your own.” “Yes.” “And yet, you’re married to one of the most powerful men in the city,” he mused, lips quirking. “Ironic, don’t you think?” I shot him a look. “It’s not the same.”

He was really here to rescue me. But what about his marriage? Why did he expose our relationship? Wasn't he afraid that his brotherhood would oppose his decision? _____________ " How long did you plan to keep it secret from me?", his voice sounded cold, giving me goosebumps all over my skin. I had nothing to say in response. With his statement, the scandal was cleared within an hour. Now, those netizens who were cursing me had begun to show their pity for me. They even said how a match made in heaven we two were. Because apart from being the Mafia Don of Italy, he had another identity, the top-notch business man of the town. Naturally, they were going to say that we were well deserving.

I uttered, I finally got the money. "Hmm, hmm," I cleared my throat returning to my composure. I saw the weird look he had on his face while looking at me. I quickly signed the contract and then returned the documents to him. I just got married to someone I knew nothing about because of a fake Identity. Not to forget, he is one spooky hot man. "You can leave now, I'll be back for you tomorrow.." he informed and I shook my head slowly. I couldn't wait to leave her and run straight to the hospital.

“Oh there’s still a lot you don’t know.” I leaned in, brow furrowing in curiosity. “Like what?” He studied me for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t know. Just saying—if a man can hide his identity, pretend to be his twin brother for five years, and even marry someone in his name… he’s probably hiding a lot more.” ——— Flashback Ends ———

I told him as he reeled in pain, "And, Next time, learn how to talk to a lady, bloody asshole." My smile never left my face and I walked through the crowd, a space demarcated for me to pass through as I did, leaving the entire Hall stunned. That was how I met my cheating husband, Daniel Carter.

“We will drag the truth out with our hands and not let them bury it. I believe you. We’ll get answers.” He turned to her, and for a moment, stripped of public pose and private fear, he looked like the man who had once, awkwardly and fierce, offered her a marriage that began in a contract and had grown into something tenderly complicated. No walls now between them, only two people breathing together in a storm.

My chain of thoughts got broken when someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" I say focusing on my screen one more time before closing it. A lady in her pencil skirt and white blouse enters inside. A bag in her hand she greets me. "Good evening Ms. Madison." She fretted with my last name. No one knows about my real identity or my marriage here and Naomi made sure of it. It was easy because my marriage was just on paper and nothing like the fairy tale marriage which everyone dreams of. I swallowed my hurt. It wasn't the time to think about all of these things. So no one knows that the multi-billionaire of New York is married to someone like me.

“My legal team will bring the contract document along once it's ready and the marriage will take place in the next ninety six hour. You'll move in immediately after the wedding.” Iris looked up startled “move in?” “We need this to look authentic,” he said casually. “And believe me appearance is everything right now. Your father rival who ruined your family are watching.” That last part hid her hard. “So you believe they were set up too?” She asked. Marx nodded slowly. “The corporate world is a battle field, Iris. And your father was just the first causality. But I can stop the bleeding. If you trust me.” She didn't. Not fully. But the illusion of salvation was all she had left.