The Billionaire's Hidden Wife

Episode 3

“Oh my God!” Chloe exclaimed in excitement, snapping photos furiously. “She really does have a boyfriend! I can’t believe she hid it so well. This is it, Cathy—I’ve hit the jackpot this time!”

Catherine was just as stunned by the scene before her. Serena, the so-called Ice Queen, had always been known for her disdain toward men, yet here she was acting completely different from her public persona. It was hard to believe how much of a double life some celebrities lived.

“Of course, someone like her would have high standards,” Chloe marveled. “Even from the back, you can tell this guy’s got serious charm. Look at that presence… Wow!”

Curiosity getting the better of her, Catherine raised the binoculars to get a better look at the mystery man. As soon as she caught a glimpse of his broad shoulders and powerful stride, she froze.

No wonder Chloe was impressed. The man walking with Serena had an aura of confidence that was hard to ignore, even from a distance. His mere presence seemed to command attention, and Catherine found herself staring, feeling a strange hollowness inside her. It was as though her entire world had narrowed down to that single moment, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind.

“Cathy? Cathy!” Chloe nudged her, her voice cutting through Catherine’s trance. “What’s with you? Hurry up and help me get some more shots!”

But Catherine couldn’t move, her camera hanging limply in her hands as she watched the couple walk inside, escorted by eager staff. A quiet, almost self-reflective whisper slipped from her lips. “What do you think they’re going to do tonight?”

Chloe shot her a look. “Come on, you know what couples do in a place like this.” She shrugged, her tone casual but excited. “Man, if only we could sneak in and catch something even juicier! But places like this are impossible to get into.”

Chloe kept talking, but Catherine’s mind was swirling with dark thoughts, imagining all kinds of scenarios. Before long, Chloe noticed Catherine hadn’t moved and gave her a sharp nudge with her elbow, her voice louder this time. “Hey! Snap out of it!”

Just as Chloe spoke, she froze in place. A hand, firm but not overly rough, had landed on her shoulder, holding her still. Before she could react, the camera was snatched from her grip, and she was yanked to her feet, her arm twisted behind her back, forcing her to bend forward in a humiliating bow. Realizing they had been caught, Chloe’s nervous smile flashed across her face as she tried to talk her way out.

“Whoa, easy there, big guy! We’re just trying to make a living here, that’s all. You can take the camera, no problem. There’s no backup, I swear! Just let us go, okay?”

It was only then that Catherine realized they had been caught. She looked over Chloe’s shoulder and saw the tall man dressed in black, one of the bodyguards belonging to the man they had been photographing. Before she could say or do anything, another guard grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly to her feet.

The bodyguards completely ignored Chloe’s pleas, one of them pulling out his phone and speaking in a low voice. After a brief exchange, he nodded and ended the call with a curt “Understood.”

“Our boss wants to see you. Let’s go,” the man said coldly, then began dragging them toward the club’s entrance, leaving them no choice.

“Hey, come on! We won’t do it again, I promise! Just let us off this time, okay?” Chloe’s voice, usually so bold, had a frightened edge to it now. She had been caught in paparazzi stings before, but usually, it ended with a stern warning and a confiscated memory card. This, however, felt different—dangerous.

“Shut up!” the guard barked, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch.

Chloe immediately fell silent, too scared to speak again. Catherine, on the other hand, seemed completely dazed, her mind still spinning. She didn’t resist as the guards practically dragged them inside, not even when they were shoved into the elevator and taken straight to the seventh floor—the VIP section of the club.

Once they reached the top, they were marched down a plush corridor and shoved into one of the VIP rooms like prisoners being escorted to their cell.