My Multiple Identities Revealed After Marrying The Bigshot Novels & Stories

“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.

Scandal or strategy? I forced my lips into the faintest curve, a mask that didn’t reach my eyes, while the cameras drank it in. My chest ached with the truth I couldn’t say aloud. I wasn’t just Mrs. Russo now. I was the woman everyone would pick apart until there was nothing left of me. And the man at my side—the devil I’d married—looked as though he’d planned for every single piece of it. Dante held my hands away from the crowd, and I let him drag me behind me with my phone buzzing violently against the pockets of my pants.

The one the bank was going to take in twenty nine days. My name was on it. Written in ink that was not yet dry. "How did you get this?" "I bought it. From the bank. For twice what it was worth." "Why?" "Because I need something from you." "Money? I do not have any." "Not money. A marriage." The word hung in the air. Heavy. Insane. "You are crazy." "Probably." "Get out." "Not until you hear the rest." I should have walked away. I should have called the police. I should have done anything except stand there with a deed in my hands and a stranger's eyes on my face.

"I still want to meet him. But now I have to figure out how to tell a sixty year old billionaire that he has a daughter he never knew about. I have to walk into his life and blow it apart." "You do not know that it will blow apart. Maybe he will be happy." "Or maybe he will resent me for delivering news that shatters everything he thought he knew." Marcus came up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "You have survived your marriage falling apart in the most public way possible. You have survived ten years of David's manipulation. You survived finding out your entire identity was hidden from you. You can survive this too." I turned around to face him. "When did you become so wise?"

Luca, suffering from his leg injuries, was personally escorted back to the Moretti Famiglia by Mamma. Mamma approached Don Moretti to request the termination of the engagement with the Moretti Famiglia and also offer an apology for her sudden outburst against Luca. Don Moretti was fuming, but because Luca was also to blame, he eventually had no choice but to accept the end of the marriage alliance. I spent my days being stuck with needles and swallowing pills, but my health continued to fail. I could feel my internal organs aching with each injection. I managed to intercept and hide a dose of the medicine one day. I waited for Antonio, then forced myself upright to hand him the medication.

I began reading page by page carefully. The room remained silent except for the sound of turning pages. After several minutes, I stopped. I reread the paragraph just to be sure. "Open marriage?" Liam didn't look surprised. "Yes." I looked up. "You mean I can date someone else?" "Yes." My eyes widened. "Seriously?" "Discreetly." He leaned back. "The public image remains intact until the divorce." I stared at him surprised. "Who agrees to this?" "I do."

“Slightly?” I laughed again, and the realization caught me off guard. This man didn’t know me, he didn’t have pity in his eyes for me. I wasn’t in some sort of comparison with my sister and for a moment here, I didn’t feel like I wasn’t enough. I was simply Maya. The thought felt strangely comforting. “Solo vacation?” He asked. I hesitated for a moment. The honest answer was quite embarrassing. Heartbroken woman runs away after discovering boyfriend and twin sister are having an affair. It wasn’t exactly casual conversation.

I can't help but wish that Lincoln never grows up because he always agreed with me all the time when we were still a child, as much as I'm proud of him for having these stands in life, it also annoys me to the bones. "That is if my mate is a rogue, Lincoln. The moon goddess made me wait for so long so I don't think I'm going to get a rogue as my mate, that's just so fucking unfair." I said and snatched the bouquet that he's holding. I went straight to the door and laid the flower on the doorstep, before I leave I scratch the word 'RAVEN' on the door using my claw until the word become unreadable. "Let's go," I said to Lincoln as I start to walk back to where I parked my car.