Secret Play Wife Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" I could still hear Shofia's voice questioning Damon. "I'm her husband." I lifted my head at Damon's audacity to tell the people here that he was my husband. He shouldn't have done that, considering our marriage was a secret. From where I was sitting, I could see Shofia visibly shaking. Her eyes were fixed on Damon with a fierce look. I guessed that Shofia would be surprised to know who my husband was that I had kept a secret. Shofia seemed to grin as if she was teasing Damon. "Oh, so you're the husband? That damn man...!"

"After Three Years of Silence, Sebastian Kingsley Is Finally Seen in Public with His Wife And They’re Holding Hands." I scrolled down. Another one appeared beneath it. "Is the Kingsley Marriage Finally Warming Up? Sebastian Kingsley Spotted on Rare Date with His Hidden Wife." As I skimmed through the articles, one thing quickly stood out. None of them mentioned her name. Not once. Every headline, every paragraph referred to her the same way — Sebastian Kingsley’s hidden wife. My jaw clenched slightly as I leaned back in my chair, the glow of the screen reflecting faintly in my eyes.

He directed his fork to the kitchen. "You're his father. " "Screwing hell I'm his goddamn father! "Bruce whispered."well lets lean you into a little bit of telenovela. That shit over their called my wife would over her corpse want you to know this, but every family's got a secret, hasn't it? She screwed a little child, happened to be her little son's girlfriend and now he knows, you see, my wife, she isn't straight. She's a lesbian. a hardcore one, our marriage is just a social status thing I suppose."

“That woman is your happiness, take good care of her and… Tell her what happened, she is your wife now, do not… on no circumstances should you keep secrets from your wife.” My eyes found my beautiful wife, her lips spread so wide, laughing with my friends, our friends, with a glass of champagne in her hands. Dad was right, the days of secret are over. I need to tell her everything. “Thanks Dad.” “No go join your wife…. And no one is stopping you from going to your suite, stop punishing yourself.” he added. Shit… was I really that obvious? I couldn't bare to look at his face, I rose to my feet and walked up to my friends, my arms snaked around Maria’s waist, pulling her so close to me, her as

"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.

"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?"

Lucien said slowly, every word heavy with warning, “about insulting my wife.” The room froze. I felt my breath catch in my throat. He said it so clearly, so firmly. My wife. Whispers rose outside. People looked at each other in shock, some even covering their mouths. Lucien never showed his private life, never gave anyone a chance to gossip about him. And now, here he was, declaring me openly, without shame, without fear. Vanessa’s painted smile faltered. “Y-your wife?” she stammered, then quickly laughed to cover her mistake. “Lucien, don’t be silly. Everyone knows this marriage won’t last. She’s not… she’s not even your type. You probably—”

My heart skipped as I unlocked it. And then I froze. The headlines. “The CEO’s Hidden Wife — Photos Revealed!” My own face stared back at me from the screen — grainy pictures of me and Vincent, some taken outside the company, others from that day we’d visited his family estate. My breath caught. I scrolled down, but it only got worse. Every media outlet had the same story — Vincent Markston secret marriage exposed. My fingers trembled. I didn’t know how they got the photos, when they took them, or who leaked them. But one thing was certain — the world now knew.

he repeated calmly. The silence that followed was deafening, then the whispers started. At first they were quiet. Then they grew louder. "Oh my God..." "Did he just say wife?" "The mute secretary is his wife?" "Since when?" "Why would he hide her all these years?" Several guests were openly staring now. Even the reporters looked excited. Phones were already being pulled out. Cameras were quietly turning in our direction. Cassia's face was slowly losing color. Mrs. Vale looked completely blindsided.