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Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 847    |    Released on: 13/04/2026

marble steps of the

t the fabric was worn thin at the elbows. She clutched

He wore the same dull expression, but today, he held a

t scent of the petals hit her nose, and the tight k

way was packed with couples. People were laughin

feet apart. The space between the

the counter. The clerk looked at them with tired eyes

eath. "Yes," she said, her

was clipped, efficient, like he

out a plain, silver-colored band. Flora glanced at the inside of the ring. Ther

g air, his skin felt unnaturally warm, sending a sudden, grounding heat straight up Flora's ar

mething heavy and intense flared in his pupils. Then, h

d the paperwork

rk said, already looking

osiah's name were printed side by side. Her stomac

d off the concrete. They stood on the steps, the silen

separate ways from

d through Flora's chest. She swallowed t

oward the su

ward the curb, its tires splashing a puddle of

th a face carved from granite stared out at them. His

at Flora, then shifte

turn," Cornelius said. His voice was low, ca

g back from the vehicl

cle," Josiah said quic

ugh. He reached out of the window an

gift," Corn

t was thick with old, wrinkled bills. It

," Flora said, try

or her to argue. The window rolled up, and the v

warmth blooming in her chest. At least som

scle feathered in his jaw. He turned b

ils of today," Josiah said. "Espe

nd the white roses to her chest, turned aroun

ill until he could no lon

d out hi

ccess the City Hall's public server for marriage licenses. I need our entry

ncing poor man, Boss, but your hacking requests are

billboard towering over the street. The

y started. Now, he nee

he looked one last time down the street where Flora had vani

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Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise
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“Flora Sawyer was backed into a corner by a wealthy, married doctor who relentlessly harassed her at the hospital. Desperate for a way out, she signed a prenuptial agreement in a rundown diner to marry a complete stranger. Josiah Vance claimed to be a bankrupt, failed IT programmer. He offered to be her legal shield, and in return, she let him sleep on her cramped apartment couch. But the nightmare only escalated. Grant, her wealthy tormentor, cornered them at a dinner party. He poured red wine all over Josiah's cheap thrift-store shirt, mocking him as a pathetic parasite living off a public nurse's meager salary. The entire room laughed, watching Flora's new husband endure the ultimate public humiliation. They didn't know that to help Josiah start over, Flora had just emptied her entire life savings of fifty thousand dollars, leaving herself with exactly eighty-four dollars. Watching the man who had offered her a lifeline be treated like garbage, something inside Flora completely snapped. She couldn't understand why money gave these arrogant people the right to crush others. Her chest burned with a fierce, undeniable rage. She stepped directly in front of Josiah, shielding him with her own body, and slammed a stack of papers onto the table. "My husband might be broke, but you are the real parasite." What Flora didn't know was that the silent, bankrupt man standing behind her was actually a trillionaire, and his game to destroy her enemies had already begun.”