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Lyla Knight thought she knew her husband, the enigmatic and stoic Noah Anderson—CEO of a billion-dollar empire and the golden bachelor of City A. Their marriage was a quiet agreement, a union arranged by their families to ensure Lyla's safety and happiness. For two years, Noah was away expanding his business, and Lyla pursued her dream of becoming a singer, believing they were just two polite strangers bound by a contract.

But appearances can be deceiving.

Noah Anderson, the king of the business world, has always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Beneath his calm demeanor lies an obsession—a love so deep that he’s been silently protecting his innocent "little rabbit" from the shadows. When he finally returns, his carefully constructed facade begins to crack.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs one day, his voice a mix of pleading and determination, “I let them think I didn’t love you enough to show you off. But now, can we go public? Let me slap their faces with the truth.”

Even the king of hell is willing to make puppy eyes to convince his wife to acknowledge him as her husband—a sight that leaves his assistant Cheng fleeing the office in shock.

But Lyla’s world is truly shaken when she stumbles into Noah’s private library and finds a hidden treasure trove: old, secretly taken photos of herself from years before they were married. Her heart pounds as she backs away, only to collide with the man himself. His familiar scent surrounds her as his deep, velvety voice whispers near her ear, “It has always been you, sweetheart.”

Caught between the shy, gentlemanly facade she believed in and the possessive, passionate man he truly is, Lyla must navigate the truth about her husband and their secret marriage.

My Boss is My Secret Husband

After a long wait, the first debut performance was finally about to begin, and we were asked to be backstage. Rose inquired about my performance time, only to find out that I was scheduled second to last.

"I don't know if I should be happy that I have time to watch all the performances or be sad that I'll be nervous the whole time," I huffed as we closed the door to the makeup room.

"Relax. Just focus on observing how good your competitors are," Rose said, trying to ease my nerves.

Pushing aside the creeping anxiety, we headed backstage, where nearly twenty girls had gathered. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of nervousness and excitement, each contestant either stretching, humming to themselves, or chatting in hushed tones. We walked toward an empty corner and sat down alone, giving ourselves a moment to take it all in.

chapter 31.