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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

I woke up from my slumber to the ringing of my phone. Who is calling me at this time? I mumbled, taking my hand out from under the blanket to find where my phone was ringing. I finally found it and squinted my eyes open a little to see the caller. Rose. Her name flashed on the screen.

I answered the call and brought the phone to my ear.

"Lyla, you are famous! Have you seen your Instagram account?" Her excited squeal instantly woke me up.

"What? What do you mean?" I hurriedly sat up and leaned back against the headboard to listen properly.

"You didn't check the internet since last night, did you?" she asked.

"No, actually, last night, everyone arranged a small party for me, and we slept around four o'clock. I was still sleeping. Your call woke me up," I replied honestly.

"Girl, the internet is on fire, and you've been sleeping like a log?" she asked in disbelief.

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