My Multiple Identities Revealed After Marrying The Bigshot Novels & Stories

"That." "I never told you I was married." I said “And I never told you my husband's name." "You did not have to." He took out his phone, tapped the screen, and turned it toward me. "Half the city saw it." It was the wedding video. The priest's voice came out clearly. "Adrian, are you willing to take Kelly as your lawful wife?" I stopped breathing. "Half the city heard it," Damien said gently. "The video was deleted," I said.

He threw a banquet to celebrate. Mark and Sharon showed up at the banquet. Sharon's face was covered with thick makeup, but it could not hide the sadness in her eyes. I heard she was not doing well in her marriage as Mark always worked overtime at the office and was never home. Since Sharon had married Mark as a secretary, the other secretaries under Mark tried to dress up, hoping they could catch Mark's attention one day. Sharon was furious but could not anger Mark, so she was stuck in her frustration.

"Want to know what he found? Nothing. No credit history. No employment records. No past addresses. It's like Simon Reed doesn't exist." My stomach dropped, but I kept my face neutral. "So?" "So either he's lying about his identity, or he's running from something. Either way, you married a man with no past. Doesn't that concern you?" It did. But I wouldn't give Carl the satisfaction. "The only thing that concerns me is you showing up here. We're done, Carl. Move on." "I'm trying to protect you." "No, you're trying to control me. Like you always did. But I'm not yours to protect anymore."

“If we just got to know each other like regular people, you’d see that.” He exhales slowly, contemplating my words. “When you met your last boyfriend, did you think he was the type who would cheat on you?” He pauses for a moment. “I never thought Bianca would bail on me and our wedding.” “Has she ever explained herself?” I can’t help but feel curious about his past. He stands in silence for a long moment, gazing out over the city. “There was a note… something about getting lost in my world.” After another pause, he turns to look at me. “Look, this contract isn’t just about protecting my feelings and my money.”

“Ms. Sanders, medically speaking, there’s no such thing as physiological dependency. That ‘strange illness’ doesn’t exist.” My heart sank completely. So, the “strange illness” had been nothing but Jeremy’s excuse for his infidelity. I forced a bitter smile and paid the medical bills. The nurse who had treated me gave me a sympathetic look. “Where’s your husband? You’re hurt like this, and he hasn’t come to see you?” “Some women have it easier. There’s another patient ahead, just diagnosed pregnant, and her husband has been with her the whole time. He’s so attentive. I heard that because she has sensitive skin, they even gave her a private VIP room for her checkups.”

I had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?

Alina whispered, and I could practically feel her wicked smirk multiplying through the signal. "Never in a million years would I have thought you had this kink. So you are the side guy now? The handsome billionaire benefactor hiding in the shadows while she leaves her husband?" I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against the cool glass window. If only she knew the half of it. What if she found out that I even had to take two separate identities just to get close to Marissa?

Not culprit but victim is the right term for Viaan Adams in a secret marriage. ‘Foster parents and their hatred. The facade of Thomas Jones!’ ‘The secret wife of Viaan Adams, Kiara Viaan Adams, comes in front of the media, exposing the lies of her foster parents.’ ‘The CEO’s wife turned out to be a victim herself. Not from her husband but from the parents.’ ‘The heart-wrenching story of the CEO’s hidden marriage, and the sensational revelations of the rival!’ ‘The lies, deception, and truth of the new Businessman Of The Year—Hunter Brown!’

It wasn’t the best network out there but it was a great starting point for me. As I huddled into the elevator with the rest of my colleagues I made sure to keep a smile on my face and not look suspicious but I knew that I was failing miserably. I had just gotten married to a man I didn’t know and I only found out what my last name was yesterday after I signed the certificate. Dove Scott. Once the paper work was signed that would be my new legal name. Which meant my husband was Miles Scott.

Everyone's mouths dropped open, eyes wide in shock. Some of the smart KOLs quickly zoomed in on the marriage certificate on the ground. "Hey, guys, here's the plot twist!" "Take a look, this is the real mistress!" As soon as she said that, she aimed the camera directly at Shannon's face. Shannon, still in shock, hadn't recovered yet and quickly raised her hands to block her face. "Stop filming me!" Other parents in the crowd started murmuring, "So we misunderstood?" "Who wouldn't? It's too outrageous! Who would abandon their wife and daughter in public, just to cozy up to the mistress and her son?"