The Playboy's Forced Bride
I had just one assignment.
Go in.
Find out the truth, document it, and leave.
I wasn't meant to be emotionally attached, or stay more than a year. Neither was I supposed to care about his hidden charm personality he kept away from the public.
I was not meant to fall in love with the man I came to destroy.
In a room crowded with people, Adrian Tao pointed at me in front of everyone who had never bothered to know my name, and said “her,” and the plan I had been working on for three years cracked right down the middle.
He thought he had chosen the safest choice.
The calm secretary, the woman who isn't demanding, emotionally and materially.
He has no idea who he's dealing with. And the longer I stay, the more terrified I am of what happens the day he finds out.
Because I know secrets about his family that could bring down their empire.
I know things about him that I was never meant to discover.
And I know that when the truth is eventually revealed, he will stare at me the same way he did this morning over coffee, like I am truly the first thing that has ever happened to him in years.
But by then, it won't matter anymore, everything will already be ruined.
Some secrets keep you safe, some destroy you.
And some you carry for a long time and they stop feeling like lies, you begin to feel they are the only true thing you have left.