The Billionaire’s Secret Bride

Nathaniel's throat tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Then, in a deep voice, he said,"Once you find a place, move out immediately."

He turned and went upstairs.

He left... but didn't throw her out immediately.

As his figure disappeared into the second floor, Celia finally let out the breath she'd been holding.So the infamous CEO has a soft spot after all.

Yvonne dragged Celia into her room and pushed her into a chair."Celia, sit! I have something amazing to show you."

Can I refuse...?

Celia still remembered the "amazing" surprise last time—a risqué romance magazine she hadn't asked for.

Yvonne pulled out a booklet with a dramatic flair and whispered excitedly,"Dun-dun-dun—Celia, this is my Harem Roster. A hundred hot guys. You pick."

Celia: "…"

Yvonne started flipping through the pages with sparkling eyes."How about this baby-faced cutie? He'd spoil you to death with puppy love. Or this silver fox—rich, handsome, and he'll pamper you like a princess."

"No thanks."

"Okay, what about this one?" Yvonne pointed to a photo. "Look at those abs—he's clearly got great core strength, if you know what I mean—"

Neither of them noticed the tall figure standing at the doorway.

Nathaniel Fu had arrived.

He had paused at the threshold, the girls' voices drifting straight into his ears. As he took in the scene—the two girls sitting close together, flipping through a catalog of men—his expression darkened instantly.

With a sharp push, the door swung open.

"What the hell is going on here?" he barked.

Celia shot up from the chair like she'd been electrocuted."Mr. Fu! We... we weren't doing anything!"

Nathaniel strode into the room, his commanding presence quickly filling the space like a storm cloud. His shadow loomed over Celia.

"What. Is. This?"

Yvonne calmly shoved the booklet into Celia's hands and put on her most innocent look."Celia dragged me into this, Uncle. I've always said—no dating until we finish school. Boys are just distractions."

Celia gave her a wide-eyed glare.Seriously? Now she plays the model student card?!

Yvonne picked up a pen and flipped open her textbook like an obedient child."Uncle, I was just doing my homework. Celia made me look at those guys."

That had to be the biggest lie of the century.

Nathaniel picked up the "roster" and flipped through it. The pages were filled with photos and profiles—male models, actors, athletes. A literal modern-day harem.

He let out a cold, incredulous laugh."Celia, how do you explain this? Not studying—but seducing my niece into boy-crazy daydreams?"

Celia almost choked."Excuse me?! Your niece was the one giving me a full tour of her fantasy boyband lineup!"

Yvonne nodded solemnly. "Uncle's always right."

Celia could feel the blood draining from her face. One versus two—it wasn't a fair fight.

"Mr. Fu, I swear I'm taking my studies seriously! Look, I'll prove it." She reached out to grab her worksheet.

But her elbow caught the edge of the desk—and with a loud thump, something fell to the floor.

A magazine.The magazine.

Celia stared at the glossy cover in horror. Opened to a very specific page: a man and woman wrapped around each other on a bed, barely clothed.

Game over.

She dove for it and tried to hide it behind her back—but it was too late.

Nathaniel's voice turned to stone."Celia."

Celia looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes, clutching the magazine like it might shield her from execution."Mr. Fu, this isn't what it looks like!"

"Oh really?" His voice was a dangerous whisper.

"Why are you so angry?" she blurted. "You men are allowed to ogle women all the time, but the moment we look at a few handsome men or—God forbid—a romance scene, it's suddenly indecent?"

She waved the magazine. "This is the 21st century! Are women not allowed to have sexual curiosity now? Shouldn't we be getting proper sex education instead of pretending we don't know what intimacy is?"

Nathaniel: "…"

He looked like he had been hit in the head with a book.

Even Yvonne quietly slid down in her chair, trying not to laugh.

Celia's cheeks were red with frustration, but her chin was held high.

She had no idea how she was going to survive this man—but at least she wasn't going to let him scold her to death over a magazine.