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The Billionaire's Regret: My Hidden Wife

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Word Count: 1216 | Released on: 12/01/2026

felt like it was packed with cotton, a lingering side effect of whatever Vance had slipped into his drink.

scent of vanilla and rain. A woman who moved wi

hand reaching out

brushed ag

ced his

wearing one of his dress shirts, unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage. She

is hand back as if he h

ng. Something was wrong. The math didn't add up. The woman in his memories-hazy as they w

rough with sleep and suspicio

down his arm. "Don't be like that, Eric.

nt of him. It felt like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. He didn't remember invitin

ght the glint of g

cklace,"

Oh, this? It fell off while we were... you

given it to her. He had never seen that necklace before in his life. But if she had it, she must have been the one

wasn't a shout. It wa

linched.

thering to cover himself, and walked toward the bathroom. He neede

n raw. She stood under the scalding spray of the shower, tryi

Stupid

e walked into the living room, where Harper was nursing a h

ed. "You disappeared. I t

lounge," Aislinn lied.

er neck, a nervous habit.

rbone, then her chest. She ran back to the bedroom, t

no, n

e?" Harper asked

whispered, her face draining

s eyes widened. "Aislinn, that thing is worth

ng onto the bed. "It must have f

back. Call the

aid sharply. "I can

hidden behind the photo of her mother, was a tiny, engraved stamp: Rose. It was her mak

turned on the TV, needing n

king

Koch building. She was wearing sunglasses and a smug smile. And ar

asped. "T

en. "Is that... did Janine

realized with a sinking feeling

her slowly. "Why was your

er face in her h

the bathroom, dressed in a sharp charcoal

said, fastening

ries about a reconciliation." Gavin paused. "Sir, about last night.

AM is corrupt. It appears som

tapes to cover up the drugging. But in doing so, he had erased

be her." But the memory of the scent-rain and vanilla-wouldn't leave him. Janin

alized. We own the rights to the 'Rose' brand now. However, the ownership structure is... complex. The sel

this Rose. If she's half as talented as her portfolio suggests, s

one rang. It

ce was shaking. "The new owners a

e in, Declan

He's asking for Rose. If we don't produce someone, he's go

W. Studios as a front. Declan was the face; she was the ghost. To maintain control, she had "hired" herself as a low-lev

ning cold. "I'll be there. But

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“I sat at a mahogany table long enough to land a plane on, signing the papers that ended my two-year marriage to billionaire Eric Koch. He didn't even show up for the divorce; he was in a private cigar lounge downstairs, sending his lawyer to hand me a five-million-dollar check to buy my silence like I was a discarded employee. For two years, I had perfected the role of the "mouse"-the plain, timid wife Eric looked right past, never suspecting I was actually Rose, the world-renowned designer behind a secret fashion empire. I never told him I was the "angel" who dragged his unconscious body from a burning car years ago, the woman he'd been searching for while he ignored the one across the breakfast table. To celebrate my freedom, I had a one-night stand with a stranger in a penthouse, only to wake up and realize the man I'd just slept with was my ex-husband. Before the ink on our divorce was dry, Eric used his billions to buy my studio, trapping me in a contract that forces me to work for him as a "lowly assistant" or face a fifty-million-dollar penalty. I watched in silence as a fame-hungry actress paraded around his office wearing my stolen heirloom locket-the only proof of my true identity-claiming she was the mystery woman from his bed. Eric looked right through my frumpy disguise with the same cold indifference he showed his wife, never realizing the woman he was hunting was standing right in front of him. I couldn't understand how he could be so obsessed with finding a ghost while treating the living woman who saved him like garbage. Why was he so determined to own every piece of Rose while he had spent two years throwing Aislinn away? "Tell him nothing," I whispered to my reflection as I reapplied the thick foundation that masked my face. "You're dangerous, Ann Reese," he told me later, his eyes narrowing as he sensed a familiar spark behind my thick glasses. I adjusted my bun and looked him in the eye, ready to play the long game. He thinks he's bought my future, but he's about to find out that Rose doesn't just design couture-she designs ruins.”