The CEO's Ugly Wife

“Lana, remember what I told you. Until you turn twenty, never show your beauty or your talents.” For fifteen years, Lana Gray had lived by her mother’s final words. She kept herself plain and acted ignorant—just to blend into the background. But today was her twentieth birthday. She was ready to let go of the old Lana and show the world her true self. She filled the tub with warm water, added bath salts, and placed her makeup remover nearby. Just as she started undressing for a long, relaxing soak to wash off the ugly makeup, a loud knock shattered the peace. Irritated, she threw on a robe and opened the door. Melody Ahmed, the maid, stood there, her nose in the air as usual. “Lana, what are you sneaking around in here for? It’s Miss Jones’s wedding day. If you don’t show up, people will start whispering and tarnish the Jones family’s image. Go to the front hall, now!” Lana smirked derisively. This maid had never been polite to her. The accusation of “sneaking around” was hardly accurate. In truth, she had been confined to the back room for fifteen years, ever since her mother’s death. After her mother’s passing, her stepmother, Kiara Jones, along with her father and Kiara’s illegitimate daughter, Chloe Jones, had swiftly joined the Jones family and taken over everything. The worst part? Not even her father, Darin Jones, treated her the way she deserved. “I’ll go change,” Lana said calmly. Melody scoffed. “What’s the point? With that ugly face of yours, no dress can save you. Move it! The Evans family’s already here. The City Hall staff is on-site to register the marriage between Mr. Evans and Miss Jones. Mrs. Jones wants everyone present for the big moment.” Lana’s lips curled into a cold smile. The Evans family was the most powerful in Massey. Lucas Evans, their heir, was a business genius. Chloe was the city’s favorite socialite. Of course, their engagement had been all over the news. People called them a perfect couple, a match made in heaven. Every compliment in the book was used to describe them. Social media was going wild. Everyone was eagerly waiting for their grand wedding. Kiara made it sound proper and grand, but Lana knew the truth—she was simply dragged out to watch Chloe shine. Lana changed quickly and followed Melody to the front hall. The Jones family’s residence looked like a palace, decked out in over-the-top luxury to celebrate Paige’s big day. Everyone in the room wore elegant outfits, except for Lana. She stood out like a sore thumb in a cheap white T-shirt, ripped jeans, and hideous makeup. She didn’t just clash with the scene—she crashed it. Kiara was chatting with Lucas’s grandfather, Ruben Evans, when Lana walked in. Kiara paused and then put on her usual fake smile. “Lana, I got you a beautiful new dress. Why didn’t you wear it?” Lana inwardly rolled her eyes. As if Kiara ever did anything for her. She used to fake being clueless and play along with Kiara’s charade, but now she was done with these games. She didn’t bother replying to Kiara. Instead, she turned to Ruben and gave a polite nod. “Hello, Mr. Evans.” Ruben chuckled. “Well, Lana, you’ve certainly got your own style these days.” Lana ran a hand through her messy wig. She hadn’t expected him to be so tolerant. At least he wasn’t calling her a disaster. Her eyes naturally drifted to the man beside Ruben. She’d noticed him the moment she stepped in. From his posture and presence, she could tell—this had to be Lucas, the mysterious heir rarely seen in public. Seeing him up close was something else. Tall, sharp, and ridiculously handsome. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of a romance novel. She couldn’t help but stare just a little too long. “Look at Lana,” Melody sneered, her voice loud on purpose. “Ugly as hell, yet she dares to drool over Chloe’s fiancé. What a joke. With that face, even looking at Mr. Evans is a crime.” Melody was clearly following Kiara’s silent orders. Chloe leaned closer to Lucas, clinging to his arm as though claiming her prize. “It’s fine. Lucas’s amazing. It’s only natural that other women like him.” Chloe didn’t see Lana as a threat at all. In fact, she wanted Lana to chase after him. It made her feel even more superior—like she had already won. Darin’s face twisted in anger as he snarled at Lana, “What a disgrace. Get out of here!” Lana dragged over a chair with one leg and dropped into it casually, right across from Lucas. Lucas didn’t flinch. His face remained blank, cold as stone. Ruben cleared his throat awkwardly and turned to the City Hall staff members. “Let’s check if we missed any documents for the marriage registration.” “Of course.” The City Hall members opened their laptops and checked for any missing materials. A moment later, one of them froze and looked at Lucas hesitantly. “Mr. Evans… The system says you’re already married. Your wife is listed as Ms. Lana Gray.” “Wait, what?” Gasps filled the room. Lana’s eyes went wide. Shock hit her like a slap. She was married? And to Lucas Evans, no less? But she had no idea how.