The Billionaire's Dare: My Secret Husband

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 810 | Released on: 19/01/2026

oke, but the heavy, pressurized silence of deep water. Calla pressed herself against

ce. The flashbulbs of the paparazzi were nonexi

he numbers climbed, Calla's stomach dropped. The reality of th

out, her legs wobbling. She reach

the floo

s, the other around her back. It wasn't romantic.

und his neck to keep from falling. Her fingers brushed the coars

past the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the glitteri

ed her o

ir fanning out around her. The room was freezing. The air c

tie. His movements were slow, methodical. Zip. Slide. He p

kward, her heels di

led up. "Everyone says... I mean, Francis t

flinks. Click. One gold link hit the nig

he asked. His voice w

a pulled her knees to her chest. "Uncle, if you

emperature in the room seemed

ng, the next he was over her, his knees bracketing her hips

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hed across Christ's face. A

like it was a curse. "You li

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ed, his voice dropping to a g

la expected him to yell.

s with a bruising force. He tasted of anger. Calla tried to turn her head, to

dice of her dress. The sound of expensive fa

the sound muff

in. His chest was heaving. The mask of the col

d from her eyes, hot tracks

stop. He reached out, his thumb brushing away a droplet on her cheek.

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She shook her head, her hair

aw tighten

, no kindness. When he entered her, Calla arched her back, a silent scream trappe

asure and everything to do with possession. He watched her face the ent

inst her sweat-dampened forehead

he had feared since childhood now dismantling her piece by piece. The da

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The Billionaire's Dare: My Secret Husband

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“I was the "little bird" of the Carlson empire, living a comfortable but caged life under the thumb of my guardian, Francis. To the world, Christ Carlson was the cold, untouchable machine who ran the family business, a man I called "Uncle" but who treated me like a ghost in the hallway. One drunken night in Las Vegas, desperate to finally "poke the bear" and feel alive, I leaned into his shadows and whispered a dare that would ruin me. I asked the most terrifying man I knew if he dared to marry me right then and there. He didn't laugh. He stood up, dragged me to a tacky chapel, and forced a massive diamond onto my finger with a grip like iron. The "asexual" machine everyone feared turned into a predator the moment we reached his penthouse, claiming me with a bruising intensity that left me breathless and broken. By morning, I was trapped in a living nightmare. Christ forced me to hide the marriage, demanding I play the part of the dutiful niece while he owned me in the shadows. He replaced my ripped clothes with thousands of dollars in designer silk, essentially buying my silence and my body in one cold transaction. Now, I'm back at the family estate, hiding a five-carat ring on a chain under my shirt and praying Francis doesn't see the marks on my neck. I thought I was being rebellious, but I didn't realize Christ Carlson had been waiting for me to walk into his trap for years. I am legally his, physically his, and he has no intention of ever letting me go. Every time he looks at me, I feel the cage door slamming shut, realizing I've traded a guardian who ignores me for a husband who wants to dismantle me piece by piece. At breakfast, Christ pressed his shoe firmly against my inner thigh under the table, his gaze locked on mine while he discussed my future with Francis. "I think it's time we found her a match," Christ said, his voice a lethal, calm purr. "I was thinking of keeping her in the family."”