My Multiple Identities Revealed After Marrying The Bigshot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Why care so much about my identity? Well, this was because Jane Doe, who goes by the name Teresa Sawyer, was not an ordinary individual. She was previously married to Thomas Wilder, a man I hated and who happens to be my step-brother. We hadn't spoken for years so he was kind of dead to me, at least until I found out that the Surrogate mother was previously engaged to him. And it was already late to call it quits because a delayed treatment would endanger the life of my Mrs Williams. So, I decided to conceal my identity and I had done a good job, at least I like to think so.

“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.

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.

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?

John continued, “I also did a little deep-diving into your wife’s life. Something didn’t quite add up after I heard that one, Sir.” “Go on, John, spit it out.” “Well, you see, Sir, it appears Emily isn’t the woman you thought she was. We couldn’t pick her up on the system, either...” Listening to the news of my wife’s fake identity, I sat there flabbergasted. “Thanks, John. That’s all I needed to know. Good job,” and I hung up the phone. An hour later I was still glued to my chair, my cup of tea now cold, when my phone rang. Jake’s ID popped up on the screen. My best friend couldn’t have called at a better time.