My Multiple Identities Revealed After Marrying The Bigshot Novels & Stories

I studied the room once more—the press scrambling to draft headlines, investors recalculating projections, celebrities posting discreet photos that would ignite social media within minutes. The biggest deal in Sterling history, with a marriage revealed and an heir on the way, all in one night. I placed my hand over hers, resting where it curved protectively over our children. The empire had always been my responsibility but this….this was ours.

"Let me see if I've got this straight." I folded my arms. "Go ahead." "You're the rightful CEO of Sterling House, one of the richest women in the world, and you spent two years living under a fake identity just so someone could love you without knowing who you were." "Yes." "You married him." "Yes." "He cheated on you with his ex, publicly humiliated you, divorced you, locked you in a basement to die..." He slowly turned toward Zane. "...and then his younger brother rescued you and proposed a fake marriage so the two of you could destroy him together?"

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.

The bustling sounds of the coffee shop seemed to fade away as the world narrowed down to the two of them. He pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket, revealing a delicately crafted ring nestled inside. The ring sparkled with a modest elegance, a symbol of a love untethered by societal expectations. Adrian continued, his voice unwavering, "Evelyn Scott. Will you allow me the privilege of being that person for you? Will you marry me?" Evelyn, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of astonishment and hope, placed a hand over her heart. She had not expected this romantic twist, and her breath caught in her throat.

My husband brought his pregnant mistress into our home and expected me to make room for her. After seven years of marriage, sacrifice, and standing behind his success, that was the moment I finally walked away and demanded a divorce. He thought I was just a wife with nowhere to go. He had no idea whose daughter he had married or what he had just thrown away. Now I'm back where I belong, and the world that once knew me as Alexander Hayes's wife is about to discover my real identity. But my return brings an unexpected complication: Charles Wolfe. He's a ruthless billionaire, a powerful businessman, and the one man who refuses to be impressed by my name or intimidated by my position. We'r

‎ ‎And behind him— ‎ ‎A body on the floor. ‎ ‎The image vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a single line of text. ‎ ‎Unknown Number: ‎He didn’t hesitate. He never does. ‎ ‎My vision blurred. ‎ ‎What had he done? ‎ ‎What had he become? ‎ ‎And what had I stepped into by marrying him? ‎ ‎I stood abruptly. ‎ ‎This was bigger than fear. ‎ ‎This was bigger than rules. ‎ ‎If I stayed, I would always be protected—but never informed.

He forgot that to build a dress, you have to be an expert at cutting things away. The first thing I did was wipe the corner of my eyes, promising myself to not waste one more drop of tear on the man who did not deserve it. The second thing I did was dialing a number I hadn't dialed in years– my old mentor in Paris. "It's Aris," I said, my voice hardening. "I’m coming back. Help me take a new identity, completely erasing the trace of the last one.” "Are you done being the love-struck woman? Would your husband not mind your working anymore?" My mentor asked.

"Didn't I tell you to keep a low profile? How did you manage to make such a mess that everyone knows about it? Get out of here now!" After that outburst, the influencers immediately understood what was going on. "So Anne and her mother are the other women." "That explains why she's three months pregnant but still not married to the guy." "Unbelievable. They hijacked another woman's life and still have the nerve to act this entitled." The crowd erupted into whispers and ridicule. Edward's face darkened with embarrassment. He immediately signaled the bodyguards he had brought to throw Irene and Anne out. Then he turned to me and put on the airs of an elder.

His grandfather cut his steak before speaking, “This marriage happened too sudden.” “We didn’t have a choice after the scandal,” Vivian replied… scandal. The word made my chest ache. My father cleared his throat awkwardly but avoided looking at me. I felt alone surrounded by people, then Ethan’s aunt leaned back in her chair and smiled at me, “So Natalie… tell us something… how does it feel marrying the man your sister loves?” The room went silent. Pain twisted in my stomach, I lowered my eyes before answering, “I didn’t steal Ethan from Layla.”

The caller ID showed the words Fabian, and Cordelia froze. A crushing sense of humiliation spread from the bottom of her heart. The call ended automatically, and the screen dimmed shortly afterward. As if driven mad, Cordelia hurled the phone to the ground and gulped in air. Her mind went blank for a moment, and it took her a long while to come back to herself. A sharp pain clenched around Cordelia’s heart. She could not believe that the man who spent the past five years appearing everywhere with Sylvia as a couple was actually her husband, Felix.