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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

"It means you were at the auction," I said as I realized his words.

"Yeah, actually, the auction was held by my business partner, so I had to go in order to show my support."

"You mean Mrs. Nimran Neel is your business partner?"

"No, not her, but her father and husband are my business partners."

I formed an O shape with my mouth in realization. "Well, she is quite good. I did talk with her."

"Yeah, she is in the fashion industry. She owns a clothing brand," Noah said as if remembering some unimportant information.

"So, was that the only thing you bought? And why didn't I see you?"

"Mrs. Anderson, there is something called private bidding. Those who don't want to come into the public eye have their own rooms where they can bid on the items they like, and those items are delivered to them. You were at the auction, didn't you hear about it?" he said in a slightly teasing yet taunting tone—the way you teach a child something new.

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