His Hidden Wife: The Purser's Secret

Chapter 3

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re of professional composure. He raised a thumb to his still-stinging l

conspicuous distance. "Inform the captain that I wil

stant's eyes wi

Julian said, h

e brightly lit mirror. Her lip was swollen where he'd crushed his mouth against hers, a faint purple bruise a

matchmakers at bay. He was a ghost in her life, a headline in the financial news. She had convinced herself he felt nothing for her but disdain, a necessary tool he was f

She was Nora Vance, Purser. In command. She straightened her

sion a careful blend of concern and insatiable curiosity

air. Before Nora could formulate a bland, corpo

the air out of the room. The casual chatter died instantly. Every flight attendant, every

ixture of speculation, envy, and suspicion. She kept her

aircraft. The bus was already crowded. Nora scanned for a

next to

A faint, mocking smile touched his lips. "Ms. Vance," he said, his voice polite, forma

no choice. She walked the short, agonizing distance and sat down, keeping as much space

rsation with the VP on his other side about fuel hedging strategies. He

de to the tarmac felt like an eternity, a claustrophobic journey in a rolling fishbowl. She had no idea what he was

ng fuselage of the A380. As the crew began to

body just enough to block

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“For five years, Nora Vance's marriage to billionaire CEO Julian Sinclair existed solely on paper, sustained by a monthly wire transfer and an unbreakable rule of total anonymity. As a purser for his airline, she was perfectly content being a ghost in his life. That fragile peace shattered the day she caught him emerging from an airport restroom with a disheveled socialite. Instead of ignoring her, Julian grabbed her wrist in front of her entire crew, dragged her into the very same restroom, and punished her with a brutal, claiming kiss. Her quiet life was instantly destroyed. He forced a massive diamond ring back onto her finger and dragged her to his family's sprawling estate, throwing her to the wolves. At the dinner table, his mother openly humiliated her, while Julian merely used her as a shield to deflect his father's demands for an heir. When her abusive stepfather called to extort her, Julian intercepted the phone. But instead of helping her, he cornered her on the dark terrace, his eyes filled with absolute contempt, accusing her of conspiring to siphon his family's wealth. Nora's heart turned to ice. For five years, he hadn't cared if she lived or died. Why was he suddenly dragging her into the light, changing the rules without warning, and treating her with such possessive cruelty? "Starting tomorrow, you're moving back into the estate. Remember your place." Looking at the ruthless man who held all the power, Nora stopped fighting and smiled a bitter, brittle smile. If he was determined to brand her as a grasping gold-digger, then starting tomorrow, she would show him exactly how expensive playing his wife could be.”