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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 I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my outfit, I took a deep breath. It had been a while since I last visited my grandparents, and now that I was finally going, a strange mix of excitement and nervousness filled me.

Noah had already gotten ready, dressed in a simple yet sharp ensemble that made him look effortlessly handsome. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as he watched me put on my earrings.

"You look perfect," he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement.

I shot him a playful glare through the mirror. "I'm not even done yet."

His smirk deepened. "You don't need to be."

I rolled my eyes but felt warmth bloom in my chest. Finishing up, I grabbed my bag and turned to him. "Alright, let's go."

As we stepped outside and settled into the car, Noah glanced at me. "Do you think we should get something for your grandparents on the way?"

I blinked, surprised. "You mean, like gifts?"

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