Hiding My Identity From My Husband

My name is Charles, a devoted imperial spy. Every day, I pray to become a righteous operative for the empire. To sabotage the enemy Holy Kingdom from within, Charles enters a contract marriage with their sharpest secret agent. Her mission is simple: keep her true allegiance hidden while subtly derailing every one of her fake husband’s operations. To bring ruin to his assignments, she deliberately acts like the rudest, most insufferable socialite imaginable—stealing nobles’ drinks and ruining high-society parties to guarantee failure. Instead, her chaotic meddling backfires spectacularly into pure heroism. The wine she snatched belonged to a lethal assassin; the commotion she caused saved a duke’s nephew from deadly beasts; and her deliberate disruptions somehow catch dangerous culprits red-handed. Overnight, Charles is hailed across high society as the empire’s greatest savior and sharp-eyed protector. Worse, her suspicious fake husband—the very man whose mission she was trying to foil—corners her with a dangerous glint in his eyes: “I’ve turned a blind eye to your antics all this time. Yet now, you think you can run away from me?” “You made me fall for you, Charles. It’s time to take responsibility.” All she wanted was to fail her missions in peace, but now she’s accidentally conquered both the empire and the enemy agent’s heart!