By day, I'm his flawless secretary. By night, I'm his secret wife in a cold, contract marriage. And after two years of invisible love, I've finally decided to walk away.

CEO Liam Black is a demon in a tailored suit—ruthless, emotionally frozen, and my boss. For four years, I’ve been his most loyal secretary. For two of those, I’ve been his secret wife, bound by a contract to save my family and secure his inheritance.

He sleeps in his bed; I sleep in mine. He parades models on his arm; I schedule their dates. I promised to leave after one year, with no strings attached. But when the contract ended, he tore up the papers. "You're not going anywhere," he growled, his eyes dark with a possession he'd never shown before.

I thought his refusal was the ultimate power play. I was wrong.

The car crash that nearly took his life changed everything. Rushing to the hospital, I declared myself his wife, only to be met with the scorn of his powerful family and his gorgeous, arranged fiancée. They called me a delusional, pathetic secretary.

But then they saw his phone. The locked screen wasn't a business chart or a supermodel. It was a candid, tender photo of me, asleep in our penthouse—a secret he kept from the world, and from me.

That's when I discovered my cold, contract husband had one hidden weakness: his obsession with the wife he pretended didn't exist.

Now, he's woken up with amnesia. He remembers his company, his family, even his fiancée. But he has forgotten our two years of marriage, our secret nights, and the love I so foolishly gave him.

To him, I'm just his secretary again. And he's making me pay for the "sin" of loving him.

He thinks he can erase us. He thinks I'll break.

But the meek secretary he married is gone. In her place is a woman who knows his deepest secret: that his heart, for all its coldness, beats only for her. And I will make him remember—even if it destroys us both.

More intense. More desperate. Liam had come to her door earlier than usual—barely 11 PM—looking wild and undone, like he'd tried to resist and failed spectacularly.


He'd kissed her like a drowning man finding air, his hands possessive and demanding, mapping every inch of her skin with a desperation that bordered on violence. Made love to her with a fierce intensity that left them both breathless and shaking.


And somewhere in the heat of it—his mouth on her neck, teeth scraping sensitive skin, the primal need to mark, to claim—he'd left evidence.


Isabella discovered it the next morning while getting ready for work. A faint purple mark on the left side of her neck, just above her collarbone. Not large, easily hidden by makeup, but unmistakably a love bite.


Her cheeks flushed remembering how it got there. Liam's mouth hot on her skin, his teeth grazing, his voice rough in her ear: "Mine. Everyone should know you're mine."


Chapter 20 - Chapter 20: The Mark of Possession