Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 8 8

Word Count: 750 | Released on: 13/04/2026

the gap in the curtains, hitt

chair. He pushed the cashier

f cheap instant coffee. She froze, her knuck

d. His voice was firm, lea

dark liquid sloshed over the rims. "

the table. "An old friend from Silicon Valley runs a venture capital firm. He agreed

sing mix of intense relief and sharp embarrassment. S

, she realized it wasn't rejection. It

lid the check back into her po

agged breath. He felt like

g with the motion of the cars. She pulled out her phone to c

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pened her texts a

send m

the Knight Group tower, Josiah sat at the head of a ma

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n her cheek. Five hundred dollars was nothing in New York

ocery store. She went straight to the meat count

iah wasn't there. A sticky note on the

e rich smell of burning fat and rosemary filling the cramped

od by the floor-to-ceili

entures shell is active. We can funnel millions i

'Small Business Innovation Grant' through the shell company. Make sure she's selected

oss. If she digs into the grant's o

with a fierce protectiveness. "Just make sure she

locked the door to th

instantly. He walked into t

The candlelight flickered across

te," Flora said, poi

ap steak knife and cut into the meat.

t tasted better than any meal

na he had built was melting, piece by piece, burnin

clenching, I am going to drop the

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Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise

Luo Chengfeng Modern

“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.”