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.

Liam fired Richards the next morning and hired someone less ethical.


Parker was an ex-cop who'd lost his badge for questionable surveillance practices. He had no moral qualms about following someone who didn't want to be followed. No concerns about privacy or legality or the fine line between protection and stalking.


Within forty-eight hours, Liam knew everything.


Isabella lived alone in a fourth-floor walk-up in Park Slope. Modest rent. One bedroom. She'd paid three months upfront in cash—probably some of her contract money. No roommates. No overnight guests. Just Isabella, rebuilding a life without him.


She worked part-time at a small nonprofit that helped women in crisis. Volunteer coordinator. Made maybe a third of what she'd earned as his secretary. Left her apartment at 8:30 AM every Tuesday and Thursday. Returned by 5:00 PM.


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