The Young Wife is Pregnant Pampered and Teased by Young Master Marshall

Reclaiming Her Crown, One Step At A Time

Elia O'loughlin

Noelle was the long-lost daughter everyone had been searched for, yet the family brushed her off and fawned over her stand-in. Tired of scorn, she walked away and married a man whose influence could shake the country. Dance phenom, street-race champ, virtuoso composer, master restorer-each secret triumph hit the headlines, and her family's smug smiles cracked. Father charged back from abroad, mother wept for a hug, and five brothers knelt in the rain begging. Beneath the jeweled night sky, her husband pulled her close, his voice a velvet promise. "They're not worth it. Come on, let's just go home."

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Inside one of the most luxurious private rooms in the capital's best hotel sat an elegant yet aloof man.

Everything about him screamed opulence.

He was very handsome with deep blue eyes, a pointed nose, perfectly structured face and small lips. His shoulders curved from his sharp suit and his stubble beard was neatly trimmed on his face. He was the definition of 'perfectly handsome'.

His fingers danced non stop on the laptop's keyboard indicating the seriousness in his work.

Knock! Knock!

"What is it? "

A voice asked firmly. His voice was like ice-cold but clear.

"B-boss..."

The scared intruder stuttered. ' Boss can you be less scary!!'

He cried inwardly while wiping the cold sweat that started forming on his forehead.

" I don't have the whole day. "

The same frosty voice answered as his sharp and icy eyes glared at the poor assistant.

' Oh no, he is furious!'

The assistant shuddered and quickly answered, "b-boss he's here, should I let him in?"

The boss waved his hand signalling approval.

"Okay boss. "

The meek assistant left the private room complaining why the boss hated talking a lot but of course he complained in his heart because if a word reached the 'emporer' as many called him, he would be a dead meat.

He was already used to his less-talking boss. During the earlier days of his employment, he used to rack his brain trying to figure out what the boss who never repeated himself meant or wanted him to do.

After some time, the door of the same private room was knocked by the assistant as he announced the arrival of the guest.

"Boss, he's here."

The boss nodded and wore a mask before his assistant ushered in the guest.

A man in his mid 20s entered. He had a haughty demeanor and curiosity was pretty evident in his eyes.

"We meet again..."

He began speaking when he saw no sign of the seated man who always wore a mask whenever they met, begin the talking.

The last time they met which was the first time ever, he never said a word. Instead, it was the assistant who did all the negotiation. His presence had been to affirm his superiority and the gravity of the matter.

The assistant cut him short by offering him a seat.

"You know why you are here, " he continued with a chilly voice quite similar to his employer's.

" Take this, " he handed him a pen drive.

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