My Multiple Identities Revealed After Marrying The Bigshot Novels & Stories

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. Then the tears poured and my heart ached at the heaviness and bluntness

But he was asking me about my new life, my new role. "Honestly? It's overwhelming," I said, my voice honest. "I've been preparing for it my whole life, but I never thought it would happen this soon. And I never thought I'd be... married at the same time." "It's a lot to take in," he said, his expression sympathetic. "But you'll be great. You're a Salvatore. It's in your blood." "I'm a Moretti now, too," I said, the words feeling strange on my tongue. "That means I have to learn how to have two identities at the same time."

he shakes his head as if to calm my sudden scream "It was an identity theft. We had a little meet up here and there until we parted again "We didn't speak much at each encounter but our paths kept crossing until one night, she asked me to be with her." He exhales and swallows again, adjusting in his seat before continuing . "I thought it was real. I thought we were building something genuine—until the day I discovered the truth." I blink once and keep my focus on his face. "I found out she was a married woman." Tag something messy. "Her husband had shown up at my workplace here in America, screaming, throwing punches, causing a scene that shattered whatever illusion I had built around my lif

His presence loomed, commanding silence without even lifting a hand. “My wife’s past,” Dante said, his voice slow, deliberate, like a blade being unsheathed, “isn’t for public consumption. You’ll keep your questions about this marriage, or you’ll leave with nothing at all.” The reporter swallowed, visibly shaken, and lowered her mic. But the damage was already done. My pulse pounded in my ears, heat crawling up my neck. I could almost feel the headlines writing themselves—Fiancée turns bride overnight. Scandal or strategy?

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.

"Thank you for the offer." His eyes dropped briefly to the papers, and for a second, disappointment flashed across his face. Without waiting for another word, I turned and walked out. The moment I got home, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto the couch. Liam Kingsley was insane, that was the only explanation. One year of marriage, five million monthly. Who proposed things like that? “Billionaires apparently.” I laughed. I buried my face in a pillow then my phone rang. I answered without checking.

“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.

He added, "I guess it's true what they say—high-profile people tend to get married in secret. Too much exposure would bring trouble." Macie inwardly scoffed. Her marriage wasn't kept a secret to avoid trouble. It was just that Edward couldn't bring himself to admit to the world that she was his wife. From his perspective, she wasn't worthy. Instead, he regarded her as nothing but a disgrace. Since he had once insisted she keep her identity hidden and not breathe a single word, why was he suddenly posting about their marriage now?

The driver turned on the car's ignition and drove us out of the venue. I wanted to run away from the place that had me throwing my dignity into the air and choosing to marry a man who broke me and had me leaving the city out of fear. He turned me into a person who could not find sweetness in love and broke me beyond measure and repair. And here I was, my heart secretly thumping and jumping for joy at the fact that I was married to him. My lips should not be twitching to smile. Instead, it is supposed to spoil in a cry. How do I tell my parents that I had gotten married out to my ex-boyfriend?