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Married To My Mysterious Ex-Con Husband

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 622    |    Released on: 13/03/2026

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d dollars. Today. Or they would mov

ingernail. The anonymous donation Dock had mentione

to her father.

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open

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said. "I can

he said. "If he won't giv

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Ford sedan.

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bus she took to

ain, then pulled out onto the expressway that ran

iver's seat, pul

for a local stop. Through his binoculars, he s

He saw the glint of somet

n't do anything from here. He could only watch

think better of it, or maybe his stop was next. He got o

ath he didn't reali

e was staring out the window

his grandmo

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“My father bailed a violent ex-con out of prison just to force me into a marriage with him. I stood in a filthy Bronx hallway, my Vera Wang gown dragging through the grime, knowing this was the price for my mother's life. If I didn't marry the man behind the steel door, the wire transfer for her hospital ventilator wouldn't go through the next morning. The man, a scarred giant named Dock, treated me with cold contempt, telling me he didn't touch things he didn't want-and he didn't want a "Jacobson." I thought I had hit rock bottom, tied to a criminal while my family lived in luxury. But the nightmare was just beginning. When I tried to return my wedding dress to pay for rent, my sister Janie and stepmother found me. They laughed as security dragged me out of the boutique, calling me a "charity case." When I finally crawled back to our family manor to beg for the money my father had promised, Janie revealed the horrific truth. She had liquidated my mother's medical trust to fund a waterfront real estate project. "Get out and let your mother rot," she screamed, throwing a glass of ice water in my face before having guards dump me in the dirt. I knelt on the gravel, wet and bleeding, realizing my own flesh and blood had signed my mother's death warrant for a profit. I had nothing left-no money, no home, and a husband who was supposed to be a monster. I didn't understand why they hated me so much, or how I would survive the night. But then, a black car screeched to a halt in front of me. Dock pulled me inside, his eyes burning with a lethal coldness I'd never seen in a common thug. As he wiped the blood from my hands, he picked up a encrypted phone and gave a single command. "Initiate Project Titan. I want the Jacobson Group insolvent by Friday." I looked at the man I thought was a broke felon, realizing I hadn't just married a stranger-I had married the most dangerous man in the city, and he was about to burn my family's world to the ground.”