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Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 816    |    Released on: 13/04/2026

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medical files into boxes. The fluorescent light above her flic

ron door gr

navy suit. A slick, arrogant smile stretched across his

. The heavy metal deadbolt clicked into place. Th

net behind her. The clipboard in her hands slipped

d, taking a slow step toward her. "Playing

rced herself to stand tall. She raised her left hand, shovin

the ring. A harsh, barking l

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rge, rough hand reached o

ologne hit her face. Panic s

echoed in her head. I

ipped through Flora's veins. Sh

hips, and swung her right hand with

t's left cheek. The crack of

ther shoes slipping on the linoleum. A bright red handprint instantly

standing in the dim hallwa

sulated thermos in her hand slipped. It hit the carpeted hallway floor, spillin

rning cheek. His shock morph

ant spat, taking a th

yes burned with a fierce, terrifying light. She

creamed, her voice

hoed from the hallway outside.

his hands shaking with fury. He glare

t over," G

ked the deadbolt, and

to the hallway a

didn't cry. She just stared at him with ey

ed from Grant's fac

as a rotting corpse. She stumbled backward, the

ched Eleanor's retreating back. A heavy, suffocating wave of guilt crashe

t venomous look before s

ay fell d

rame until she hit the floor. She stared at her

r pocket, the sudden v

screen lit up with a text from an unknown numb

at work. Hope you're o

ribs. It was Josiah. How did he know? Had someone in

r. She swallowed hard, forcing her shaky legs to straighten as she stood up. She bent down

painted a massive target on her

er red palm, she didn'

d of the hall, thunder rumbled in

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Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise
Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise
“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.”