icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

The Billionaire's Regret: My Hidden Wife

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1012    |    Released on: 12/01/2026

ailer, holding the phone to her ear with one han

ed. "'The Billionaire and the Beaut

Just make sure you don't lose that necklace, Jani

irror. "He thinks he gave it to me. He was so out

d the live stream of Janine's interview on her laptop. She took a scree

le you can,"

nd stood up. It was tim

hballs and a pair of orthotic shoes with thick rubber soles. She went to the bathroom and pulled her hair back into a severe, tight bun tha

red. The confident, sensual woman from The Vault was gone

," Declan said, leaning against the doorframe. H

"That's the point. Eric Koch doesn't see pe

warned. "The motor

f to grab a stack of invoices. "I'm just the int

Aislinn. What

is a recluse. She works re

the studio changed instantly. It bec

them. His presence alone commanded the room. He was wearing a navy suit that cost more

mployee

second. She kept her head down, clutchin

cognition. Nothing. Just a flicke

ed forward, sweating. "W

. His voice was smooth, deep, and

he

ally care about. I bought the studio to get t

forehead. "About that.

he silence in the room

he sends her designs via encrypted server. We've actuall

o believe that? I just bought a company for eight figu

ct," Declan pleaded

," Eric said. "Tell her she shows up tomorro

like he was

ough, the studio would close, and her cover would be bl

voice croaked from t

at the grey lump of a woman

he said, rais

"Rose. She said if anyone tries to force her into the light, she'll bur

Nobody spoke to E

arrowed his eyes, studying her. "

"I was hired last month to manage the digi

nnoyed him, but also... intrigued him. Most people cowered. This

softly. "Or you're stupid

nted a finger at Aislinn without looking at her, "...this assistant is now her officia

. Directly to him? That w

u want the junior assistant t

" Eric said. He looked at Aislinn one last time

," she w

eak

" she sai

, a nuisance he couldn't quite place. Then he shrugged

his heel an

e photocopier, her legs turning to jelly. She had surviv

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
The Billionaire's Regret: My Hidden Wife
The Billionaire's Regret: My Hidden Wife
“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.”