THE BILLIONAIRE'S ANONYMOUS WIFE
READING AGE 16+
Lucian Sterling doesn't believe in love, until a stranger's handwriting starts undoing him one envelope at a time. Anonymous letters begin arriving at his Manhattan penthouse, written by a woman who sees past the ruthless CEO the tabloids worship and fear. She writes about his loneliness, his guarded silences, the boy he used to be before Sterling Enterprises swallowed him whole. Lucian, a man who trusts spreadsheets more than people, becomes consumed with finding her.What he doesn't know is that he already found her three years ago, at the altar.Elena Voss became Lucian's wife in a marriage brokered to rescue her family's collapsing company, a contract dressed up as a wedding. Lucian gave her a ring, a penthouse, and nothing else, not his attention, not his name in public, not one real conversation. Invisible in her own marriage, Elena did what any woman drowning in silence might do: she started writing to the husband she couldn't reach, borrowing paper for the voice he'll never let her use.Now those letters are the only thing Lucian looks forward to and the wife he ignores is filing for divorce.As Lucian races to unmask his mystery woman, he interrogates staff, hires investigators, and unknowingly grows closer to Elena while dismissing her completely as "just his wife." Lucian must confront whether he fell for Elena's soul, or only for the version of her he could finally see once she stopped being his.By the time Lucian realizes his anonymous confidante, his forgotten wife, and his long-lost childhood penpal, are the same devastating woman, Elena has already signed the papers to disappear from his life for good.He has thirty days to prove that the man in her letters and the husband in her penthouse can become one and the same before he loses her twice.
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LUCIAN'S POV
I don't know why I said it out loud to Margo. I don't say the real things out loud, not usually I learned a long time ago, in a house that was never mine, that the real things are safer, kept behind glass, admired from a distance but never touched, never risked.
But the letter in my coat pocket has been bu……
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