The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife

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Word Count: 880 | Released on: 06/01/2026

d onto the kitchen table. It slid across the woo

from a dumpster," he told Brenda. "But keep it u

he barked at me. "And put a hat on. I don

outlet center on the edge of the island. Kayla came with us, wearing dark sungl

eration. She started pulling things off the racks. Bright pinks, neon g

ned cocktail dress at me. It looked like som

zzed overhead. I pulled the dress on. It was itchy. It w

ad popped into my mouth earlier with my mouth open. I walked

ng pictures. "Look at her," she whispered to B

ed. "It fits her perso

ook of pure disdain on her face. Poor white

her phone, posting the photo to her private group chat. "Wait until y

o would be useful later. Evidence of their cruel

instructed the stylist to bleach my hair platinum blo

" Brenda said. "

espite the bad dye job I'd given it myself for cov

it," Bren

ke straw. I looked in the mirror. I looked exactly like th

hired for a two-hour crash course. Mrs. Gable was a

me how to walk with

ulders back,"

down to pick it up, bending at the waist instead of

"Oh, good

. I used the salad fork for the cake. I

our, Mrs. Gable loo

had come to pick us up. "She is..

not going there to talk politics, Mrs. Gable

nside, I was smiling. They thought I was stupid.

I went into the stall and locked the door. A

idiot two million dollars," Kayla co

get her to sign the prenup. But don't worry. Once she's in that house,

wo mil

say about Julian. He's killed two nurses already. Why do you thin

et lid, my breath

me two million dollar

the stall and washed my hands. I looked at

uld buy a lot of neurotoxin

o survive Julian Sterling. I was going

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The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife

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“I arrived at my uncle's mansion looking like human trash, clutching a one-way bus ticket and a duffel bag stuffed with old newspaper. My aunt looked at me with pure disgust, as if she could smell the poverty on my skin, but they needed me for one thing: to be a sacrificial lamb. They told me I was getting married to Julian Sterling, a man the elite circles called a violent monster locked in a cage. My uncle forced me to sign away my soul to save their failing fortune, while my cousin Kayla laughed and threw a torn dress at my feet, calling me a "rat from the Rust Belt." At the Sterling estate, the nightmare only deepened. Julian's stepmother treated me like a horse she was forced to buy, ordering the staff to "burn off" my hair before locking me in the West Wing. I was thrown into a padded cell with a man who lunged at me, his heavy chains rattling against the floor as he roared with an animalistic rage that had already killed two nurses. They thought I was a pathetic, uneducated girl who "didn't read so good." They didn't know I had extorted two million dollars from my uncle before walking out the door, or that I was secretly recording every slap and insult they threw at me for future leverage. I huddled in the corner of that dark cell, letting them watch me tremble on the security feeds. I let Julian's sister strike me with a riding crop and splash water in my face, playing the role of the clumsy, sobbing idiot to perfection. But the moment the cameras looped, the scared girl vanished. I pinned the "monster" to the floor, cut the neural tracking chip out of his neck with a hidden scalpel, and whispered into his ear as his blue eyes finally cleared. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They had no idea they were sending a wolf to hunt a beast.”