Novel & Cerita My Secret Husband

Though I did secretly wish he would call me his, but for pride, not status. With trembling hands, I knocked on the dark wooden door. I heard him murmuring into the phone. I didn’t want to interrupt and thought this was an excellent opportunity to ensure things didn’t drag on. "Bradley?" I called. The murmuring ceased, and I almost heard the sigh he let out. "Come in." His incredibly deep voice only made me more nervous. I smoothed my clothes and buttoned my dark coat before turning the handle. My lips were dry, and a chill ran down my spine as I found my husband behind his desk. His eyes rose to meet mine, along with his arched brow as he looked me over from head to toe.

The woman her husband had brought back into their lives. Something was moving beneath the surface of this house — secrets that ran deeper than loyalty, deeper than blood. And for the first time, she wasn’t just afraid. She was curious.

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

I want to make enough money to be free of the debt that haunts me, and then I want to leave behind all the men who have only made my life more difficult. He has more than enough money and power to end this marriage in a flash. Griffin takes the certificate back and locks our marriage certificate in the bottom drawer of his desk. He leans back in his seat, watching me like I’m a wild animal poised to attack. “What?” I cross my arms, an eyebrow arching. “You look like you have a problem keeping this a secret.”

But all this time, my husband had been hitting it with his secretary. And what I'm about to say may blow your mind even further—my husband wasn't just fucking his secretary. He was fucking his secretary, who was a man. Crazy, right? Yes, I know. The supposed "love of my life" was gay. But you know what? Fuck that bastard. I was here to get myself fucked by the hottest man I could find at this party. I was on my eighth shot, downing burning alcohol down my throat, repeatedly adjusting my boobs so my cleavage could pop in this bandage dress while my eyes searched for the perfect candidate.

"W-What do you mean?" I stood up, looking down at her from above. "It means, did you really think you were the only one who knew this secret? While you were on your hunger strike demanding to see me, your dear father already handed over this 'secret' and all the evidence to Prince Khalid to save his own skin." I pulled out my phone, opened a video, and placed it in front of her. In the video was Bobby. He was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly. He looked even more pathetic than Brandon as he spilled every sordid detail from back then. To prove his sincerity, he even voluntarily handed over the forged evidence from years ago, along with a complete audio recording.

My whole body trembled as I rasped hoarsely, "You lied to me for five years. Isn't that bad enough? Now you want to drive me into a dead end too? How can you be so heartless?" Xander closed his eyes briefly and let out a helpless sigh. "Can you stop making a scene? Stacy and I are married because our families arranged it. I'm hiding you away for your own good. You can understand me, right? "I bought this entire building for Stacy. But now that she knows about you, she'll find out sooner or later if you keep living here." Tears blurred my vision, but I heard everything even more clearly. Every word pierced my heart and left it bloody.

“Because I saw the way she looks at you, the way you look at her, and I was scared, scared that everything we’ve built means nothing to you. Scared that you’ll let her and Leon destroy your family’s company just because you can’t let go of the past.” Before he can respond, my phone buzzes, it was Sam with a news link. I click it and my blood runs cold. The front page story says “Ivanov Industries CEO Seen with Mystery Woman Marriage in Jeopardy.” The cropped, edited photos are there, with captions claiming our marriage is over and I’m holding the company hostage with false claims. “Oh my God,” I whisper, dropping my phone on the desk.

A look of understanding passed between us and I nodded. “What’s going on?” My husband asked, confused. “Some things are meant to be secret,” I answered, my pussy still clenching.