Secret Play Wife Novels & Stories

I just heard Hector laugh, so I tightened my grip on him. "Ask Dad why I came here, fucker. And Solei is not a lie. It's true that she's my wife. We got married the night of her bachelor's party. Truth fucking hurts, right?" Hector finally said, surprising everyone, even me. The night at the party deepened. I remained seated on one side, watching as various businesspersons approached and talked to Hector. Despite engaging in conversations, he didn't let go of my hand, as if ensuring I wouldn't feel out of place after the earlier confrontation.

Mikael almost snapped at the caller, but fortunately, he still had enough presence of mind to control his voice. “Mr. Williams, it’s me, Trevor. I’m calling to inform you that a woman claiming to be your wife has presented identification and bank cards in an attempt to withdraw 20 million dollars in cash from your account. She brought marriage documents as proof, and so we—” “Is Claire there?” Mikael interrupted before the man could finish his sentence. “Claire Thompsons, Mr. Williams?” “Claire Williams,” Mikael replied firmly. “Is she there?” “Yes, she’s here. She’s waiting outside the room to withdraw 20 million dollars from your account.”

Still, my heart was pounding as if I was about to see something that would change everything. I opened the browser. The first thing that came up was the headline. Then another. And another. Pictures of me. Pictures of me with his mother. Close shots. Wide shots. Smiles frozen in time. Words underneath them that felt heavier now than they had just hours ago. “Secret Wife Speaks Out.” “Inside Dylan’s Hidden Marriage.” “Truth Behind His Failed Union With Velma.” I scrolled.

So that was the duty of a Don's wife—to bleed, to sacrifice, and then watch her husband protect another woman. But I didn't argue. I kept my face blank and handed him the document. "Alexander, I need your signature on this." Alexander trusted me implicitly. I was his Consigliere; my decisions never missed. He didn't even glance at the content. He just took the pen and signed his name at the bottom. "What’s the rush?" he asked casually as he signed. "Just some financial restructuring for the Family," I lied smoothly, taking the papers back. After signing, Alexander leaned in to kiss me, likely trying to appease me.

She whispered instructions in my ear. Grace sobbed softly. "What secrets are you two hiding from me?" I laughed coldly as I played the video on the tablet. "That's rich coming from you. If anyone has secrets, isn't it you two?" I turned to Grace, holding the tablet in front of her. "Take a look, my dear wife." After watching the video, Grace's face turned deathly pale.

​​ Amara stood stunned. "Who was this man?" She looked questioningly at Alpha Sebastian, but it was Beta Sawyer who leaned in to explain in a hushed voice, "That's Secretary Cecilia's..." Considering the divorce papers weren't finalized, and knowing he might be the next unfortunate victim of Alpha Xavier's wrath if he said 'ex-husband,' he cautiously settled on, "...husband."​ "Husband? She's married?!" Amara exclaimed, no longer concerned with Leonard's fate, completely absorbed in this revelation.​

“Divorce papers were filed this morning. Anonymously. But the leak is already spreading. Photos from your wedding courthouse. Someone's selling the story—your secret marriage, the hidden wife, the artist who vanished.” Lila felt the world tilt. Victoria's eyes locked on hers. “And they're saying the wife... is you.” The porch light caught the paper in her hand, the bold heading unmistakable: Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Ethan stared at it, face paling. Lila's whisper barely carried. “Who would do this?” Victoria's gaze hardened. “Someone who wants to destroy you both. And they're just getting started.”

Sheila had thought all night and decided it was best to move out first. However, just as she came downstairs, her phone pinged—a trending topic notification. #Breaking! Ford CEO entered a secret contract marriage with his female secretary two years ago, with terms indistinguishable from a sugar daddy agreement!

Then, he took some ointment and gently rubbed it on her slapped cheek. The handsome lecturer's eyes were also filled with tears. His heart shattered as he watched his wife sob, enduring the pain she was enduring. If only they hadn't hidden their relationship, this wouldn't have happened. He felt like revealing their secret on a student forum, but he couldn't go against his wife's wishes to keep it a secret until graduation. "Why are you so quiet? Why didn't you tell me you were slapped?" “I… don’t want you to get involved either.” “But you are my wife.”