dream_line

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

As I sat in the car, watching the city slowly come to life in the early morning haze, a part of me still felt half-asleep. It wasn't often that I left the house at the same time as Noah, and it felt strangely domestic to be heading out together, even if we were going in separate cars.

I stole a glance at him through the tinted windows. He was focused on the road ahead, his sharp features bathed in the soft morning light. There was something undeniably calming about having him near, even if we weren't speaking.

With a small smile to myself, I turned my attention back to my phone, skimming through messages from Rose. She had sent me a last-minute schedule update for the cooking show, along with a few notes about the chef hosting it. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. This was something new for me, and while I was necessarily bad at cooking, hope miracal will happen today to save me from first hand embarrassment on light television.

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