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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

As we stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air brushed against my skin. Emily pulled out her phone, dialing her agent to arrange for a car, while I watched in silence. She gave the address in a calm, practiced tone before slipping the phone back into her pocket.

Jeevon and Rose had gone ahead to fetch their car from the parking lot, leaving me alone with Emily at the entrance. The street was quiet except for the distant hum of passing cars.

I hesitated, debating whether to bring it up or let it go. But the thought had been eating away at me from the day it happened, and now that we weren't surrounded by cameras or an audience, I couldn't hold back any longer.

"You know," I started, glancing at her, "you're actually not as bad as I thought."

Emily turned her head, raising an eyebrow. "Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

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