บททั้งหมดของ Secrets of a Hidden Marriage: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Allison "Allie" Brooks couldn’t believe what she was hearing.“Did you just casually drop that?” she asked, staring incredulously at George Smith.It had been a year since she’d first encountered Julian Ford at the Gala of Lights. He had been dazzling—every inch the mysterious, magnetic figure the tabloids raved about. Yet his first words to her had left her utterly stunned.“Little brook,” Julian had said, his lips curling into an infuriatingly charming smirk. “Marry me. What do you say?”Allie had gawked at him in disbelief. Was this guy for real? Sure, his face looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine, but his approach? Completely unhinged.“No,” she had said flatly, stepping back as though his insanity might be contagious.Even now, remembering it made her cringe. Back then, she’d told no one—not even Nick Lawson, her boyfriend at the time. The whole episode had felt too bizarre to share.“Ah, but you’re the exception, Allie,” George said now, a teasing smile playing on

Liam Hart and Julian were two completely different forces of nature.Julian, with his sharp features and mischievous smirk, radiated an allure that seemed to straddle the line between mischief and danger. His piercing blue eyes carried an almost hypnotic glint, as if they held a thousand secrets and a million schemes.But Liam? Liam was different.He was intensity personified—a storm wrapped in calm. His features were sharp yet grounded, exuding masculinity in every detail. His deep-set gray eyes, which seemed to hold galaxies, demanded attention without a word. Every move he made was deliberate, calculated, and undeniably magnetic.Allison couldn’t look at him for too long. It wasn’t because he was intimidating—though he undeniably was—but because looking at him too long felt like drowning in an endless ocean of mystery.“I’ll give you that, Cher,” Scarlett teased with a playful nudge. “There aren’t many men out there who could rival Julian. But Liam Hart? He’s a different breed alt

Allison Brooks just wanted to have a quiet meal, staying out of the spotlight and blending into the background. But that plan quickly unraveled when George Smith leaned back in his chair, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes glinted with mischief as he spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear."Allison, why not give Liam Hart a toast? It’s the least you could do."Allie froze, her fork halting mid-air. It was clear as day that George had done this on purpose, drawing every set of eyes in the room toward her. The murmur of conversation died down, replaced by the weight of curiosity and expectation. Even Scarlett Renwick, seated two chairs away, tilted her head with a knowing smirk, clearly enjoying the show.Allie’s lips tightened. She knew she couldn’t avoid it without looking conspicuous, so she pushed her chair back and stood, reaching for her wine glass. Her heart hammered in her chest as she made her way toward Liam, who sat at the head of the table. His impos

The hotel’s bathroom was pristine, with a luxurious rainfall shower. Allie fiddled with the knobs, adjusting the water temperature to just the right warmth.She turned to Liam, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a lazy intensity. "The water’s ready. Go in."He didn’t move. Instead, he raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t you forgetting something?""What now?"Liam gestured dramatically at his shirt. "Help me out here. I’m incapable in my current state.""You’re impossible," Allie muttered, walking over.Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. The proximity was unnerving. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint traces of whiskey mixed with his cologne. When she finally looked up, their eyes met.Liam’s playful demeanor shifted. His gaze darkened, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "You’re not going to run away again, are you?""Liam..." Allie’s voice faltered as he took her hand and pressed it against his chest. His skin was warm, the st

Julian Ford leaned back casually, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, Scarlett, I guess you’re not the only diva around here," he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he directed his words toward Vivian Brooks, her cheeks now flushed red with anger.Vivian’s finger shot up, trembling with fury as she pointed it directly at Julian. "Say that again, Ford, and see what happens!" she hissed.Julian raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by her outburst. "Calm down, Vivian," he said coolly. "I was only teasing. No need to bring out the claws."Allison "Allie" Brooks, standing nearby, stifled a laugh but quickly turned away to avoid becoming Vivian’s next target. She had other things on her mind—namely, the scene she was about to film with Julian. It was their first major interaction on set, and she could already feel the weight of expectation pressing down on her.Julian wasn’t making things any easier. He slung an arm around her shoulder, leaning in close as he grinned. "Allie,