The Billionaire’s Secret Bride

Celia immediately understood—this so-called "mysterious rich boyfriend" Sylvia kept bragging about could only be Nathaniel Fu. Because of their secret marriage, Sylvia didn't dare reveal his name, so she had to keep up the illusion.

Her eyes settled on the dazzling Polaris Star necklace resting at Sylvia's collarbone. Nathaniel had really gone all out—hundreds of millions, just for her.

Would he actually attend Charles Su's birthday celebration tomorrow?

If he showed up in public, everything would change. The Su family would be reborn overnight. And Sylvia—she would be officially recognized as Mrs. Fu, the woman everyone in high society would chase after.

This was exactly what Sylvia had been dreaming of.

No one could imagine how excited she'd been when Nathaniel agreed to attend. She had waited for this day.

Tomorrow, she'd walk into the ballroom with Nathaniel Fu at her side—and everyone who once looked down on her would be beneath her feet.

"What's wrong, Celia? Jealous?" Sylvia sneered. "No use being envious. You just weren't born with the right fate. Just wait until you see me turn into a phoenix."

She pulled out a platinum credit card—an extravagant reward from her father Charles—and waved it in front of the sales associate."Wrap this one, that one, and that one. I'll take them all. Just swipe the card."

"Right away, ma'am."

Sylvia turned on her heels and strutted out of the store with Lisa Xuan following closely, both riding high on their arrogance.

Fu Yingying watched their backs with a frown. "Cici, who exactly is Sylvia's boyfriend? She's acting like she's about to marry my uncle."

Celia gave her a faint smile."You already know the truth, silly girl."

"Let's not let their drama ruin our night," Yingying declared. "Come on, I'm treating you to drinks tonight!"

At Heaven & Earth Lounge

Celia was practically dragged in by Fu Yingying. They ordered cocktails and took a corner booth. After a few sips, Yingying suddenly stood up.

"Cici, let's dance!"

"Yingying, let's not. If your uncle finds out, he'll definitely blame me."

"Please, my uncle's not even in town tonight!" Yingying winked as she pulled two sheer gauze veils from her purse and handed one to Celia. They draped the soft fabric over their faces, leaving only their eyes exposed.

Celia's eyes were clear and luminous, while Yingying's sparkled with playful mischief—together, they drew attention instantly.

Celia had no choice but to follow Yingying onto the dance floor. The club pulsed with bass-heavy music, and the crowd swayed to the beat.

Yingying moved freely, throwing her arms and hips into the rhythm, dancing like no one was watching.

Celia stood still for a moment, watching her. Then, slowly, she let go of her worries, let go of Nathaniel, and let herself fall into the music.

Her hips began to sway gracefully, her movements fluid and rhythmic.

In no time, the two masked girls became the center of attention.

Someone let out a low whistle, and soon, a group of young men gathered around them, trying to join in the dance.

In a secluded private box on the second floor, Nathaniel Fu sat at the head of the table, a cigarette resting between his fingers. The scarlet glow at the tip flared with each puff, casting flickers of light on his sharp, unreadable face.

His piercing gaze—cool, calculated—swept over the dance floor. He had seen them the moment they walked in.

Celia. And Yingying.

He didn't miss a thing.

In the adjacent room, a group of wealthy young heirs were joking loudly.

"Check out those two girls dancing. Damn, especially that one with the black hair and perfect figure. She moves like silk in water."

"Master Ji, got your eye on her? Say the word, I'll have her delivered to your suite in no time."