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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

"So, is there anyone willing to bid higher than $200 million?" the host asked, scanning the room.

"$200 million going once… $200 million going twice… and this exquisite ring is sold at $200 million!"

The final strike of the gavel sealed the deal, and the entire hall buzzed with murmurs.

"Lyla, who is this insane person? $200 million?" Rose turned to me, eyes wide in disbelief. "You could buy a penthouse in the most expensive area of the city with that kind of money, and someone just spent it on a ring!"

I was just as surprised, though maybe not as much as her.

"Who knows if it's even a man?" I shrugged. "It could be a woman who has a thing for vintage jewelry."

Rose huffed. "Man or woman, one thing is clear—the person is loaded. They just need an excuse to spend money."

The auctioneer moved on to the next item.

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