The Ceo’s Masked Secret Wife 소설 & 이야기

"What the fuck else is there?" "Your wife," he explains. "I don’t think you know this, but she is the CEO of a rather large fashion industry now, and her company has already announced the revival of your marriage." Of course they did. Why the hell wasn’t I surprised? After that stunt, she pulled back at the condo. I wouldn’t put anything past her, and I was sure that my father had already confirmed it. "What do you intend to do about the rumors that are flying about Miss King being your mistress in your wife’s stead?"

She had ruined my marriage, stolen my husband, and I wasn’t going to give her any more. “Well, my husband owns this company.”I placed my arms on my waist as I rolled my eyes at her. By then, some other workers had gathered, laughing at what I said. Elizabeth came up to me laughing heavily, “You mean you are the wife of Mr Steve Greyson, since when was Mr Greyson married?” “My husband is Charles Webber, the Chief Director of this company. He has never mentioned Mr Greyson getting married. How dare you claim to be his wife?” the other friend said as she scoffed.

I never imagined she'd take that money and pour it into starting a business for the penniless Marcus and his son. Tobias, decked out head to toe in designer labels, strutted around the room like a general touring a refugee camp. Then his eyes landed on a photo of my wife, Diana, and he hurled the rest of the cake straight at my daughter's head. "You stupid oaf! Why do you have a photo of my mom hidden away? Just because your mom's dead doesn't mean you get to steal someone else's!" He must have caught a few glimpses of Diana's real face, the one hidden under the mask.

My expression was more serious than it had ever been. "Elena, we kept our marriage a secret to protect your work and avoid causing you unnecessary trouble. Now, the operation is over, and all the threats have been eliminated. I want to give you a grand wedding and let the whole world know that you're my wife. Will you marry me? Again." I looked at the woman before me. She was a wealthy heiress from an elite family, yet she was willing to stay in the shadows for my sake. When everyone was pointing fingers at me, she stepped in front of me without hesitation.

"What do you mean?" "She was married for the last five years," Marcus explained. "She married Matthew Wilson, the CEO of the Wilson Group. But the marriage was completely hidden from the public. She worked as his personal assistant for four years, she sat at a tiny desk outside his office to maintain public image and never for once had they been intimate in public. Also, she lived in a guest room in his house." I stared at the papers. My jaw tightened. How would any reasonable man treat his own wife like that?

"And that makes me the perfect wife… how?" "Because I don’t need a real wife," he said smoothly. "I need a contract wife. Someone who won’t fall in love, and who will do exactly what I say and walk away when it’s over. No strings. No complications." "And what do I get in return?"I asked curiously. "I’ll clear your father’s name,"He said. "Excuse me?" My voice lowers like a whisper. "I know what happened to your father, I know he was framed. I also know that the people who did it are too powerful for you to fight alone."

Midnight, Azure Villa, "This evening, breaking news as it has been confirmed that Tech Tycoon, Alaric Pritzker, has tied the knot with Evelyn Rockefeller, daughter of Real Estate Mogul, Christian Rockefeller, in a surprise wedding ceremony held yesterday in a secluded location. Sources close to the couple reveal that the wedding was a low-key affair attended by a handful of close family and friends, with the billionaire entrepreneur opting for a casual look wearing a simple black suit while the bride wore a beautiful white dress.

the secretary led her to the waiting area and brought her a cup of instant coffee. Scarlett sat on the sofa in the waiting area, flipping through a magazine out of boredom. She could faintly hear the two secretaries at the reception desk gossiping in low voices. One said, "Isn't the CEO's wife too young? I looked it up online; she seems to be born in '98, almost ten years younger than our CEO." The other lowered her voice, "Wasn't there a rumor about his illegitimate child recently? Our CEO's wife rose to power with her son; seems like having a baby is also a talent."

On our way, I saw some police officers and some people who appeared to be influential by their aura and attire—all wearing masks. At the cafeteria, I bought some chicken and rice soup with green chiles and ginger, along with a bottle of water before heading back to the room. As I approached, I started hearing noises from the room, so I checked the number on the wall to ensure I was at the right door. When I opened it, I was shocked to see the same people from the hallway, but this time they had removed their masks. To my astonishment, I saw the president, the First Lady, Leo Smiths, and another man who resembled Leo, all surrounding Grandma’s bed. Oh my gosh, what are these important people