Page 16 of The Rancher's Unloved Wife

People might think he was the king of vanity for having so many mirrors in his home, but not her!

Maybe...this was just his way of creating his own Versailles in Evergreen, Texas.

Or maybe this was his low-key way of disprovingfeng shuisince mirrors facing each other were supposedly bad luck?

In any case, Summerine was determined to be just as supportive of his love for—-whoa.Another secret door had her stumbling into another secret room, only this new one had her covering her mouth in shock.

Guns of every caliber that were mounted on the wall. An assortment of spy cameras and lockpicking devices that were lined up in a glass case. And drawers full of cash, credit cards from different countries, and so, so many fake IDs.

Oh my goodness!

This could only mean one thing...couldn't it?

When Ryu had first moved to San Antonio, so much mystery surrounded the origin of his wealth.

His parents were supposedly murdered in South Africa.

His billion-dollar inheritance in diamonds supposedly liquidated in cash.

A large portion of his past unaccounted for, supposedly due to the years he had spent volunteering for the Red Cross in war-ravaged countries.

There were so many questions one could ask but never managed to...because of quiet charm. He just seemed so, so perfect that no one had cared to look past the surface. And maybe, no one ever had the opportunity to do so...except for his own wife.

Summerine slowly backed out of the room.

Oh no.

Was this why his staff would only smile and change the subject every time she asked them about the unique interior of his home?

Did the mirrors have nothing to do with her husband's eccentric taste in design...buteverythingto do with defending his home if it were under attack?

Could the gorgeous billionaire Summerine had married and whom everyone in San Antonio worshipped as the perfect gentleman...be a modern-day mob boss in disguise?

I understand.

SUMMERINE GOT TO READINGas soon as she found her way back to her library. Apple pies were no longer the priority. What she needed right now was anymanga,manhwa, and webcomics with a mob boss as the protagonist, and the more titles she could get her hands on, the better.

Let's see.

Summerine used to think she'd be on her phone just like everyone else...if she ever had the chance to own one. Which she didn't while she was still living in her parents' home.

But on the day after her wedding, Ryu had gifted Summerine her own iPhone, and, well...

Social media just didn't have the same hold on her the way it did with other people her age. Shewantedto post photos of herself like others did. She just wished she could give herself a reasonwhy.

But until then...

Thank goodness for search engines!

Mere seconds were all it took for Google to spew out the necessary results, and so far, the blurbs Summerine had skimmed were pretty uniform when it came to describing the male protagonist.

A fictional (naturally) mob boss who was handsome (just like Ryu), wealthy (also just like Ryu),andsecretive (was this hissecretbiography or what?).

But as she went on reading, and descriptions of their respective heroines were then provided...

Oh.

Okay.

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