The Billionaire’s Secret Bride

"What… did he just say?"

Celia stood frozen, her cheeks flushing red then pale. His words still echoed in her ears.

He had actually said that to her—right in public.

She had always thought that a man of his status and refinement wouldn't stoop to such crude remarks. But he had.

"Why are you still standing there?" Nathaniel's low voice broke through her daze. "Come with me."

He turned and left.

Fu Yingying grabbed Celia's arm, worried. "Cici, what did my uncle just say to you?"

"...Nothing," Celia replied softly. "Come on, let's go."

The two of them followed Nathaniel off the dance floor.

Nathaniel intended to take them both home, and neither Celia nor Fu Yingying dared object—until they ran into a group of classmates.

"Celia! Yingying! What a surprise, you're here too?" one of them called out. "Come play a game with us!"

Fu Yingying's eyes sparkled. "Uncle, can we join them for just a bit? Please?" She looked at Nathaniel like a pleading puppy.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, clearly displeased.

Just then, Secretary Song approached with an urgent folder. Nathaniel took a quick look and sighed. "Fine. Only for a short while."

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Celia and Yingying sat down with the group. Around them, the girls were already whispering in awe.

"Yingying, was that your uncle? Seriously? He's hot. Why didn't you ever say you had a total ten in the family?"

"Can I add him on Insta?"

"No way. That man gives off serious untouchable energy."

Celia looked up across the room.

Nathaniel stood off to the side, flipping through the documents Secretary Song handed him. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled just above his forearms, revealing lean muscles and a luxury watch that gleamed under the club lights. Even here, under the neon haze, he looked like he belonged in a luxury magazine—composed, commanding, distant.

No wonder the girls couldn't stop stealing glances at him.

But only Celia had seen the other side of him—the man who had pressed her against the bed the night before, whispering in a voice thick with desire. A man who was anything but cold behind closed doors.

She flushed at the memory.

He was abstinent... and yet deeply lustful.

His whispered words from earlier echoed again: "Celia, you really know how to move..."

She clenched her fists under the table.

"Okay! Let's play Truth or Dare," one of the classmates called out. "I'll deal. Highest card asks the lowest card a question!"

The deck was shuffled, and the game began.

Unfortunately for Celia, she drew the lowest card in the round. The highest card was drawn by a grinning male classmate.

He leaned forward, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Alright, Celia, time for your question…"

"Here we go…" someone whispered excitedly.

The boy smirked. "Do you still have your... innocence?"

Gasps and laughter erupted around the circle. Even in a wild game of Truth or Dare, this was bold.

Celia blinked, then looked at the expectant eyes around her.

Even Fu Yingying leaned in, teasing, "Come on, Cici! It's the game—you have to answer!"

Celia gave a half-smile, her voice calm. "No. I don't."

A moment of silence.

Then cheers and whistles filled the air.

"No way, Celia! Didn't think you were such a rebel!"

"Celia, you've been holding out on us!"

She managed a weak smile, but in that moment, she felt a cold gaze settle on her like ice.

Her eyes flicked up.

Across the room, Nathaniel Fu was staring directly at her, eyes dark and unreadable.

And he had heard everything.