The Househusband Was a Hidden Monarch

Chapter 5

In no time, evening arrived and the banquet hall was already glowing with lights. Luxury cars lined the entrance while elegantly dressed guests walked in confidently, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

Cassian had changed into a simple but well-fitted dark suit. Nothing flashy or expensive-looking, yet he still carried himself with a strange calm that made people glance at him twice without understanding why. 

He walked toward the grand entrance like he had every right to be there and just as he was about to step inside, two guards blocked his path.

“Invitation,” one of them said bluntly.

Cassian paused.

He slid his hands into his pockets and began checking calmly. Left pocket. Right pocket. Inner coat. Nothing. His brows slowly drew together.

“Well..,” he muttered.

The guards exchanged looks and one of them immediately frowned.

“If you don’t have an invitation, leave,” he said coldly. “This isn’t a place for random people to wander into.”

Cassian was still checking his pockets like he didn’t hear him.

“Hey!” the second guard snapped impatiently. “Did you not understand? Get lost.”

He reached out and tried to shove Cassian aside and Cassian finally lifted his head.

The look he gave the man was quiet… but terrifying. 

It wasn’t anger or hostility, it was the look of someone who simply didn’t consider you worth his time and that somehow made the guard’s entire body freeze. 

His instincts screamed danger so loudly that his hand stopped mid-air. For a brief second, he felt like he had almost touched something that could kill him without effort.

The first guard grew annoyed.

“I said leave,” he barked.

Cassian stopped searching and gave up. 

He straightened slowly and looked at both of them.

“If I leave,” he said calmly, “this banquet won’t happen.”

The guards stared at him and then they burst out laughing.

“Listen to this guy,” one of them mocked. “You think the entire event depends on you? Who do you think you are?”

Cassian sighed lightly.

“I’m still trying to remember where I dropped the invitation,” he said. “Be patient. You might thank me later.”

At that moment, headlights flashed behind them.

A luxury car pulled up and Zora stepped out gracefully, dressed in an expensive evening gown that made her look like the star of the night. She paused when she saw Cassian being blocked at the entrance, surprise flashing briefly across her face.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she walked forward.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

The guard quickly spoke. “Welcome Ma'am, this man is trying to enter without an invitation and when we tried to warn him that he can't enter, he said this banquet won’t happen without him, just wondering who he...”

“He’s my husband,” Fiona said flatly.

Silence fell instantly, both guards froze and they immediately bowed slightly in apology.

“We’re so sorry, sir,” they said respectfully, stepping aside at once.

Cassian glanced at Zora, a slow grin forming on his lips as they walked past the entrance together.

“Well,” he murmured, “what is my wonderful new wife doing at such a banquet?”

Zora ignored his question completely.

She walked ahead with calm, confident steps while Cassian followed beside her, casually observing the grand interior. 

Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, reflecting golden light across polished marble floors. Waiters moved like shadows between groups of elites dressed in expensive suits and gowns. Conversations about investments, land bids, and overseas partnerships floated through the air. It was the kind of place where power smiled politely and stabbed quietly.

Once they stopped near a quieter corner, Zora finally turned to him.

“What exactly are you doing here?” she asked with a faint scoff.

Cassian slipped his hands into his pockets.

“I told the guards already,” he said lazily. “This banquet wouldn’t hold if I wasn’t here. So I decided to grace everyone with my presence.”

Zora stared at him.

For a moment she honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking or simply insane.

Then she sighed.

“Watch your mouth,” she said in a lower voice. “There are many powerful people here. One wrong sentence and you won’t even know how you died.”

Cassian shrugged like she had just warned him about rain.

“I’m touched by your concern,” he replied calmly.

He scanned the hall again before glancing back at her with faint amusement.

“But tell me something,” he added. “This is just a banquet for someone far below your class. Why did you come?”

Zora scoffed.

“You really don’t know anything,” she said.

Cassian tilted his head slightly.

“The banquet may be far below my status,” she continued, her tone turning serious, “but the real reason everyone is here is the company behind the project.”

She paused briefly.

“Skyline Dominion Group.”

Cassian’s eyes flickered for the smallest second.

That name was not just big. It was monstrous. Skyline Dominion Group controlled massive urban development chains, logistics ports, financial consortiums, and many resource distributions. 

The Skyline International Strategic Development Contract that will be announced tonight was only one piece of a far larger empire, an empire Cassian himself had built quietly through layers of proxies and shadow agreements.

Zora continued, unaware of the irony.

“They are the richest corporate entity connected to this project. Whoever gets their backing rises instantly. That’s why most elites are here tonight.”

She crossed her arms lightly.

“I’m here for them. Everyone else is too.”

Cassian nodded slowly.

“Ah,” he murmured. “Well, that's quite an introduction.”

Zora gave him a look.

“You really should speak less.”

“I’m working on it,” he replied.

Just as their conversation paused, a familiar mocking voice suddenly rang out from behind.

“Well, well… if it isn’t the legendary househusband.”