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Bit more complex than that - Moon Knight had several secret identities - originally a mercenary (Marc Spector, I think), he then changed his identity to become a Bruce Wayne-style industrialist (nb. Moon Knight = shit Batman), but also developed another secret identity, I think as a cabbie, and yet another one that was too shit to contemplate, IIRC.
Don't remember a fourth identity, but you're spot-on with the others.
It was actually an interesting conceit—in the original Moench/Sienkiewicz run—which was a pretty good little crime/adventure comic, easily as good as the Frank Miller DAREDEVIL—he hardly ever used his original Marc Spector identity, the implication being that he was so ashamed of his mercenary past that he sought to obliterate it by making the millionaire "Steven Grant" his default personality, dipping into the cab-driving "Jake Lockley" persona when he needed to get out on the streets and gather information.
A bunch of people knew his identity, but they each related to him differently—his old comrade Frenchy always called him "Marc," his lowlife friends always called him "Jake," while his girlfriend Marlene always called him "Steven"—even though she had known him as Marc Spector, and in fact he'd been responsible for her father's death. An interesting bit, that, and barely touched on: she could love her father's killer, now that he was a different person.
When the second Moon Knight series started—FIST OF KHONSHU—he'd made a decision to confront his past and started living as Marc Spector again: not coincidentally, Marlene left him around this time.
Some neat subtext there, which was either inadequately explored or thankfully left unlabored, depending on your point of view. Unfortunately, this is also where the rot started to set in, with the bone-headed decision to give the character a mythic dimension by explicitly connecting him to the Egyptian moon-god, by giving him some really cheesy-looking new weaponry and soopapowahs (related to the phases of the moon, no less).
After that, I lost interest: but I seem to recall hearing they did a Krusty the Klown on Marc Spector, making him a Jew—the son of a cantor, IIRC—in deep denial over his ethnicity, which he was then forced to confront, yadda yadda, thus making explicit and ham-fisted the issues of self-reinvention that had been an undercurrent of the character from his conception.
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