My Identities Were Revealed After Marriage

Chapter 13

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, a familiar voice called out to her, "Miss Sandra, Mr. Anthony is

waiting for you inside." She looked up to see who was calling and realized it was William, Levy Smith's

personal assistant.

She smiled at him and replied, "Thank you, please lead the way." As they entered the office, William

informed her, "Miss Sandra, you can go in. Mr. Levy is inside." Sandra smiled again and walked into the

office.

Upon entering, her eyes met a man who was as breathtakingly handsome as a jade sculpture. His face

was chiseled and his eyes sparkled with a mesmerizing shade of blue. He was so strikingly beautiful

that one might mistake him for an angel rather than a mere mortal. Sandra was momentarily stunned

before regaining her composure.

She politely asked, "Please forgive me, are you Mr. Levy Anthony?" Levy, hearing the enchanting voice

that he had ever heard, turned to face her. What he saw left him utterly amazed. He never expected his

wife to be so stunningly beautiful, as if she had descended from the heavens themselves.

He had heard William mention that he would be marrying the "ugliest, stupid, good-for-nothing"

daughter of the Smith family. Therefore, Levy came prepared to meet someone he assumed would be

unattractive. To his astonishment, he was faced with the most breathtaking woman he had ever laid

eyes on. Her radiance and demeanor were not those of someone raised in a humble village but rather

of a queen who commanded the world. It made him question whether he had received accurate

information about her.

As Sandra greeted him once again, he snapped out of his stupor. Levy composed himself and said, "I

apologize for my earlier confusion. I am Levy Anthony, and if I'm not mistaken, you are Sandra Smith."

Sandra smiled at him and said, "Yes, it's me. Nice to meet you. Let's begin with the registration." Her

demeanor surprised Levy. It was the first time someone had treated him with indifference, as if they

hadn't even noticed his presence.

Instead of feeling frustrated, he felt a sense of intrigue and satisfaction. He thought to himself, "This is

even better than I had thought." In that moment, he believed he had finally encountered his equal,

someone as aloof and mysterious as himself.

Keeping his emotions in check, Levy flashed a composed smile and responded, "Very well, let's

proceed." The registration process proceeded smoothly, and within a matter of minutes, they were

formally declared as husband and wife. As they glanced at their marriage certificate before leaving the

registration office, a subtle aura of mystique surrounded them.

On their way out, Sandra halted Levy and spoke in a cool, detached tone, "Mr. Anthony, if you ever find

yourself regretting this marriage, remember that you are free to seek a divorce. I will not impose myself

on you."

Levy's gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, his expression impassive. He replied with a hint of

iciness, "Miss Sandra Anthony, allow me to assure you that when I made the decision to marry you,

divorce was never a consideration, not in this lifetime. In this union, there is no room for separation,

only the possibility of widowhood." With that, he gestured for her to follow him, leading her towards

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She stood in place for a moment before finally deciding to follow him. Hearing his commitment to be

with her for a lifetime filled her with immense happiness. He was the first person who had shown such

willingness and expressed his desire to spend the rest of his life with her. She couldn't help but chuckle

at her own thoughts.

Soon, they came to a halt in front of a sleek, limited edition Lamborghini. Levy turned to her and said in

a cold, detached tone, "Wife, enter the car. I have important matters to attend to. We will talk in the

evening."

She glanced at him and then at the luxurious car before obediently getting in. It seemed as though he

had an understanding of what she was thinking as he remarked, "I don't know how the rumors of the

Anthony family's downfall started, but oddly enough, it brings a sense of tranquility to me and my

family."

With that, they drove off, their auras emanating an air of aloofness and detachment that mirrored their

true nature.

He remained silent about his family's whereabouts and their wealth. Neither did he confirm whether

they still resided in City A or had moved to another city. It was a game of intelligence and subtlety

between them. As they made their way to his house, he proposed having lunch together.

Sandra replied with a smile, saying very little. Both of them were astute individuals who understood the

unspoken dynamics between them. Although she wasn't occupied, she insisted, "I can have lunch

alone. You mentioned being busy, so it's fine."

Levy retorted, "Indeed, I have many responsibilities, but I always make time for my wife. I cannot be a

neglectful husband, especially not on our first day of marriage. So, wife, where would you like to have

lunch?"

Sandra suggested, "Let's go to your favorite restaurant, if you have one. I've just returned to this city, so

I'm not familiar with good dining establishments."

"Let's go to Brovard. It's a fine restaurant with exquisite cuisine and breathtaking views," he responded

before instructing William, who was driving, to place an order.

"Thank you, husband," Sandra playfully teased him, reciprocating his earlier banter. William, who was

taken aback, almost lost control of the steering wheel. He never expected his boss to be so smitten by

his wife so soon.

Who was Levy Anthony? He was a man who had carved a formidable reputation in the business world

at the tender age of 9. By the time he turned 18, he had assumed leadership of the Anthony family,

striking fear into the hearts of both his family members and the entire capital city by the mere mention

of his name.

He was a nightmare to many, capable of unraveling lives with a single word. Yet here he was, teasing

and smiling at his wife as if their marriage was not an arrangement. He couldn't help but chuckle

inwardly. If his subordinates were to witness him in this state, they might believe the sun had risen from

the west. He silently vowed to treat Sandra with greater respect, recognizing that she had the potential

to be his greatest challenge.