My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 01

My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 01

My twin sister ran off for love, so I was forced to marry Kael Voss under her name.

But I was also Kael’s personal secretary.

By day, Kael was sharp-suited, cold, and stern, tearing into me without mercy.

By night, he bit my neck and whispered:

“Baby, your sister is such a fake.”

“I would’ve fired her ages ago if it weren’t for you.”

Me: “…Haha.”

Right before I broke down completely, my twin sister came home and demanded I give back my place as Kael’s wife.

At the same time, Kael told me to get out.

“I see you sneaking around trying to seduce me—don’t think I haven’t noticed!”

“I’m saving your face for your sister’s sake. Quit now and never show your face again!”

Me: “…Wow.”

I squeezed a huge sum out of both of them and vanished without a trace.

Three months later, I lay on the beach sunbathing when my sister called, sobbing:

“Kael won’t touch me. Come back and help us have a baby, okay?”

“Lila, please help me.”

I hung up and stared into space.

Kael hasn’t hooked up in three months?

How is he still alive?

I’m Kael Voss’s secretary.

And I can’t take it much longer.

No one would guess that the ice-cold, untouchable CEO by day…

…was the same man who purred my name last night.

He tapped the table with long, slim fingers during a meeting, his face sharp and imposing.

But all I could think about was how he’d cooed, “Baby~” while clinging to me.

“Ms. Mae! Ms. Mae!”

A coworker nudged me. I snapped back to attention and apologized immediately.

“Sorry, sir, I just—”

“Zoning out in a meeting? Do you think I pay you to do nothing?”

He looked at me with disgust.

“Stay up all night? You look half-dead every day. Since when do Voss Group secretaries come to work looking this unkempt?”

I froze, then followed his gaze.

I saw the hickey on my neck, peeking out from my scarf.

I pressed my lips together and mumbled, “I’m sorry, sir, I—”

“I don’t want excuses!”

He stared at me icily. “Ms. Mae, you need to understand—you wouldn’t have this job if it weren’t for your sister.”

“Keep you and your boyfriend in line. I don’t want to see this kind of trash again. Next time, you’re fired.”

He ignored my utter humiliation, slammed a stack of papers on the desk, and snapped:

“Meeting dismissed!”