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I grabbed the front of his shirt, tight enough to tear it apart. "I didn't mean to lie to you," he said quietly. "You all never asked about my identity and the betrothal, I only found out about it seven years ago. There was no way I could just walk up to you and say, hey, you're bound to marry someone in a few years." My mouth opened but no words came out at first.Foolish. That's what I was. My parents had played me, and even Zachary. Zachary, had joined them. They all knew who he was the whole time.

The man who'd hidden his identity from me for three years. The man who always showed up when I needed him most. The man who promised he'd help me destroy the Shannon family for good. It wasn't that I'd never wondered who he really was. I had. I just never could've imagined that person— Was Matt. I spoke softly. "Why didn't you tell me? Why hide it from me for so long?" Three years. Three whole years. Matt looked at me. Something I couldn't read stirred in his eyes. Intense.

I wished I could stay like this indefinitely. “In a couple of hours,” he admitted. The atmosphere changed. Reality finally settled in. The bubble they had created for themselves was going to burst any minute. I nodded slowly even though my chest tightened. “Can you please tell me your last name?” His voice was playful now. “What? We have made love for many months and you still don’t know my surname? That is dreadful,” I teased him back. “I have kept it hidden from you, too.” I shook my head. I didn’t understand why I did it.

he said, voice shaking with rage, “and didn’t known?” I stumbling towards him, ignoring the shards of glass that I stepped on.“I didn’t know,” I pleaded. “Please, believe me….I swear I didn't know.” He turned suddenly and slammed his fist into the wall.The sound echoed violently and I screamed. He was hurting himself because of me. “A year…” he shouted. “ We've been together for a goddamn year and you couldn’t tell the difference?” Tears streamed down my face. “I was confused… I knew something was off but i….i….”

Even without knowing that he is the same scrawny little loser they supposedly killed seven years back. Surely, there must be a way for me to help him out before things escalate. The reason why he had to announce it in the media is probably that he hoped that I would come out. Although he told me his name seven years ago, I never told him mine. Besides not knowing my name, he might even have a hard time recalling my face as we were both drugged. I know that he knows that the real woman he was with would recall what happened that fateful day. Unfortunately, some people saw this opportunity to execute their despicable plans.

Is this really for Dad, or is there something else behind it? I sighed, biting hard on my lower lip. I would surely get it out, but now was not the right time. I exhaled sharply, releasing stocked-up tension. “So how did you two know each other before now? Mom lied that she hasn’t met you before,” I said, rolling my eyes at her, and he chuckled. Good tension release. “Yes. Because it’s been years ago, and when I offered to help, I asked to remain anonymous.” I nodded softly but wasn’t done yet.

Chapter 14: Part3 After a night of thinking, I can't sleep because I'm worried and trying to guess the reasons Enzo is doing to me, what his real purpose is and what will it cause. What are the disadvantages and bad things with my life later? I rolled around in bed like an idiot, and during the five years we were together I didn't even know Enzo's true identity until we divorced.

I wish I could tell him, because that would mean I know too. Ark's expression is unmoving, unamused. "I don't even know his name," I admit, running a hand down my face, realising how ridiculous and drunk I sound. Ark tilts his head, frowning. "How can you not know?" "He never told me." I throw my hands up, not knowing what else I can say. My mate doesn't want to be with me, otherwise he would have revealed his identity when he could. We were alone together...what was his excuse?

"How do you know my name?" My blood went cold. He didn't tell me his name. I knew it from eight years ago. From the card that fell out of his jacket. From the one night stand. How do I explain that?

I felt lost looking for him knowing he existed but not knowing who he was. “I’m sorry for not allowing you to know my identity sooner, but the idea of us having a first proper meet in a magical surrounding is what got me through those days away! I didn’t meant for you to be hurting too!” He continued “although I had no idea Rider would ruin your night giving you grief but I was impressed at how you handled yourself” he nudged me “Can we start again, this time no secrets and no lies” I requested “Anything for you” he confirmed