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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 the car rolled to a stop in front of Rose's apartment, she stretched with a sigh. "Finally home."

I smiled. "Get some rest. Tomorrow's another busy day."

She gave me a look. "Like you're one to talk. Try not to overwork yourself, Lyla."

"I'll try," I said lightly, knowing she wouldn't believe me.

After she got out, I drove home, the familiar streets passing by in a blur. By the time I stepped into the house, the comforting warmth of home washed over me. The faint scent of food lingered in the air, and I heard the soft clinking of utensils from the dining area.

Noah was already there, setting the table. He looked up when he saw me, a small smile appearing on his face. "You're back."

I nodded, walking over. "And you actually waited for me to eat?"

He raised a brow. "Of course. What kind of husband would I be if I ate without my wife?"

I rolled my eyes but smiled, taking a seat across from him as he brought the dishes over.

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