My Secret Husband Novels & Stories

I realized then that this marriage wasn’t a cage. It was a shield. And shields are only necessary when war is coming. When I turned to leave, my husband caught my wrist. Not tight. Not rough. But firm enough to stop me. “From this moment on,” he said, voice low, “nothing stays hidden. No more secrets. But once you know, you can’t unknow.” I met his gaze. “I’m already in too deep,” I said. “You might as well finish drowning me.”

Was he that afraid of her finding out I was his wife? If he’d just looked for one more second, he would’ve known he wasn’t signing away a shipment of goods. But his eyes were already stolen by the girl in the doorway. Our marriage was a secret. Besides our parents, no one knew. I fell for him in college, chased him relentlessly for four years, and got nowhere. For three years after graduation, I still couldn’t let him go. Then, one day, I found him ambushed by a rival family, bleeding out in an alley and barely alive. I saved him.

“Wife and husband share secrets, but Cohen, what do you know about you?” “Nothing.” Cohen burst into hysterical laughter, which lasted for a few seconds. “Anna, to me, you are my scariest nightmare.” He proclaimed. “Hun?!” “Yes, Anna. Let me make it clear. You didn’t become my wife because you are qualified or out of my love for you. I married you because of my secret that is with you,” he announced. “I married you to keep you by my side just to protect my secret and even that will only last until I find a way to get rid of you.”

She had fallen for him at first sight. At the urging of his grandfather, Mr. Howard Morgan, they went to the city hall and got married that same day. On their wedding night, he tossed her an agreement. "I have someone I love. I'm only marrying you because my grandfather pushed me into it. Take a look at this agreement, and if you're okay with it, sign it. We won't announce our marriage publicly. After three years, we'll divorce. I can't give you anything except money." He kept his word. For three years, he gave her his credit card to use freely, but never gave her an ounce of affection. Even when they had sex, his face remained cold.

I said softly, “the woman he loves just came back.” He blinked, confused. “Then… we should leave, right? So we don’t bother him?” My throat tightened. “Yeah, baby. We should.” That night, after Leo fell asleep in the guest room, I sat in the dark and stared at the glowing screen. Seven years—married in name, separate in practice; sharing a roof like strangers while silence and his family’s men kept watch. I’d married into a Mafia dynasty—not for power, not for protection, but for love.

After all, Alicia had never mentioned this to me. Seeing my confusion, Brian smiled and explained, "After you got married, I was heartbroken, so I went abroad. I met a fellow student there, and we got married. However, we later found out we were incompatible and got a divorce. All these years, I had never met anyone else who made my heart race." I didn't know what to say, but Brian reassured me. "Don't feel pressured, and just be yourself. This is my decision." I nodded and said nothing more as I ate dinner.

The reporters were clearly eager to pressure us and force us to reveal secrets ourselves. But just as I was about to get into the car, I heard someone’s voice that made me freeze. “Are you actually husband and wife?” Suddenly, everything around me turned into a dull buzzing. I couldn’t hear anything else except that question repeating over and over. Being husband and wife was a secret that didn’t need to be known by others. Even our marriage itself had been kept hidden. In the past, news about Sebastian having been married had once spread, but in the end it completely disappeared.

I smiled puting my fingers on his mouth. Oh my God its so embrassing he knows that l dreamt of having sex with him. Before we came an item. You are bad Hubby. I said pretending to be annoyed and slapping him gently. Its okay dear am the only who read it anyway. He replied. No diaries are peoples' secrets you cant just read it. You are bad. He run into the house and l chased after him. Brother in law save me from Ryn she is mad at me. He reported to Roger. She is always that kiddish chasing people. Roger choroused.

On the screen was a projected slideshow of pictures, captioned: “I love you, Darling. Until death do we part.” While Jared made his rounds chatting with the guests, I stood alone to the side. A few wives of powerful businessmen approached me to catch up. “You’re so lucky, Mrs. Hampton!” “Mhmm! Your husband has no room for anyone else in his eyes! He even prepared this whole day just for you.” I smiled politely but did not comment. Perhaps they found my lack of reaction boring because, after a while, they stopped with the pleasantries and began to gossip among themselves.

I needed to know the man I had married, the one who carried secrets that could destroy lives—and maybe mine too. I was lost in my thoughts, my mind raced through everything I had just uncovered. My fingers hovered over the screen, scrolling through article after article, each one darker and more troubling than the last. Harry’s past was a maze, a tangled web of secrets and lies that I wasn’t sure I was ready to untangle. But something inside me couldn’t stop. I had to know who this man really was—who my husband really was. Then, a soft knock at the door snapped me out of my trance.