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The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 755    |    Released on: 06/01/2026

state that wasn't on most maps. The trees grew taller, thicker. The fe

ng out of the forest. Grey stone, high turrets, windows that

d came to a halt in front of the main entrance. A

ened the d

nking into the gravel. The

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a gloved hand and grabbed my chin. Her grip w

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the West Wing. Do not bring her into the main house. I have guests co

having a wedding?"

her fingers, and a man in a grey suit stepped forward

ready processed the license in your absence. You are legally bound to this family

suffering. "There is no cake. There is no

walked into the house. The

red to the le

ergrown with ivy. The West Wing was separated from the main ho

. It smelled of antiseptic an

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ychiatric ward. The walls were white padding. The floors were linol

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et and pulled out a key card. "This opens his room. Do not go in unless he

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the hallway

en, from the room at the very e

oss the floor. And then, a low, guttura

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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.”