My Multiple Identities Revealed After Marrying The Bigshot Novels & Stories

He got down if the car and opened my side of the door gently grabbing my hand and intertwining his fingers as I stepped out of the car. After a few minutes of walk into the head marriage office I find myself signing the papers. I did this, am married now, to escape marriage I wanted to leave Sydney but now I got married secretly. After Ivan’s signature the officer smiled widely at us and shook Ivan's hand congratulating him then me. “Congratulations Mr and Mrs Miller”, he said making my heart sink in a foreign feeling. So now am Mrs Miller, Mrs Cassandra Ivan Millers. But I found myself smiling at the feeling it felt real and good.

"Don't talk, just listen. I ran the registration number off Ryan's certificate. It's real, Lilly. It belongs to an actual marriage record, filed seven years ago, in your name." The envelope slid in my hand. "Seven years ago, I was nineteen," I whispered. "And I have never been married to anyone but Ryan." "The record says otherwise." A long, terrible pause. "And whoever the groom was, his name has been sealed."

“To be specific, my failed marriage was the result of my youthful impulsiveness. That means… my past mistakes will not affect Anderson Empire at all. This divorce is for me to move on to the correct path for the future.” The reporters nodded, quickly scribbling. “And for the first question…” She paused again—this time longer. Her lips curled into a knowing smile. Her eyes shifted, locking onto Old Master Hidalgo. “…Perhaps,” she said slowly, “if I had informed them of my real identity, there wouldn’t have been such a farce these past few days.” Gasps rippled again—this time sharper, more pointed. “I am eternally grateful that I am an Anderson. It gave me the power to clear my name.”

If I'm kicked out of the company, the charges will also be marital debts! The cat was finally out of the bag. I sneered. "Who said we're married?" He had gotten the marriage certificate with me before holding our wedding ceremony in my past life. I thought he loved me back then. I thought he had only doubted me because of his first love. Yet, I finally understood after being reborn that Kieran and Chloe had long been messing around together. I used to wonder why he still wanted to marry me if he already had Chloe. It wasn't until I sold my shares that the truth became clear.

His voice carried a deliberate, barely restrained emotion — thick with grief. "Your Honor, I admit that I made mistakes in this marriage. That I hurt Serena." "But I — I suffer from a serious mental illness. Dissociative identity disorder." "This is something my wife — Serena — has always known about." "For these five years, she sacrificed so much for me. Not a day has gone by that I haven't felt grateful — and guilty." He paused, sniffling, his eyes going red right on cue. "The alter — Axel — he's violent, extreme, completely out of my control."

What I didn't want others to find out was finally revealed. That made my heart suffocate. I hoped the marriage contract between me and Matthew would stay hidden forever but unfortunately someone finally exposed it. It was a huge pain for me because once the marriage contract was revealed, it meant that my marriage would be turbulent and subject to everyone's contempt.

"Oh really? Your wife?" David showed a surprised expression after hearing Brent's statement. However, that was just a pretense. In fact, almost everyone who knew Brent had heard about his marriage. Moreover, there is a special media for business people to spread the news. "I've kept Beverley under wraps for too long. Wouldn't I be a scumbag if I didn't marry her soon?" asked Brent, grinning at David. His left hand gently caressed the long hair of the woman in his lap.

she explained and wiped out the mucus running down from her nose. “I can’t help but be a little bit strict with men because I don’t want to be played again after her dad dumped me when I told him I was three months pregnant. Life was a living nightmare for me so I had to move over to this city and started serving there as a waiter, the club I mean. When I was about to give birth, I had difficulties birthing her on my own so I had to use the other way round but no money for that so I borrowed a loan from my boss. A week after my delivery, I returned but there was no vacancy in my previous post and they said they wanted to open a stripping show and I had to be among them since I owed them lots

Hometown. And that’s when it hit him. They were from the same city. He leaned back in his leather chair, stunned. No wonder her scent, her aura—it was all too familiar. “We must have crossed paths before,” he said aloud, brows furrowing. “But where?” He clicked through the few public records available. Her name had recently been removed from a marriage certificate—divorced. Pregnant. New business owner. All her records were clean and recent. But what intrigued him more was how little there was—almost like someone had deliberately kept her life quiet. Hidden.

It turns out that she had hooked up with another man, and now they are married, while he was left heartbroken, looking everywhere for her. What even pained him the most was the fact that she hid her identity from him. Had he known that she had such a powerful backing, even if he doesn’t love her, he would have pretended to the very end, because of how useful she was. Although the Wilson family can be considered among the richest people in the country, they didn’t dare to show their face when the top fifty richest billionaires were called out.