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His Hidden Wife: The Purser's Secret

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 502    |    Released on: Today at 16:18

e? For a month? The public declaration in the terminal hadn't been a spontaneous a

a woman scorned. Nora's mind raced, trying to piece together his motives. Why now? Af

her silence a more potent dismissal than any insult. There, in a reserved spot near the exit, was a black Bentley, sleek and imposin

or and slid inside. The scent of rich leather and clea

on focused on a tablet. He didn't look up. T

eiled insults. Catherine Sinclair made her disapproval of Nora known at every r

voice tight. "Your mother do

meet hers. Instead, it dropped to her hands, w

is your

as flat, cold.

at her bare left hand. "Oh," she said, forcing

in the car dropped ten degrees. "Nora Vance," he said, his voice dangerously l

rser," she countered, falling back on the truth. "It's a safety regu

as a solid, irre

center console, his movements economical and precise. He pre

he'd given her five years ago, the one currently locked away in a safe in her apartment. A

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His Hidden Wife: The Purser's Secret
His Hidden Wife: The Purser's Secret
“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.”