Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 9 9

Word Count: 745 | Released on: 13/04/2026

was loud, packed with people wearing

rm. She wore a simple black dress she had bought years ago. Josiah wore

ugh the door, the loud chatt

eyes snappe

He held a glass of red wine, swirling the dark liquid sl

to her shoes. Her fingerna

hand over hers, his thumb rubbing a

pty chairs at the far end

So, Josiah," Grant said, his voice booming over the background musi

ed at Grant with eyes so blank and

," Josiah

I saw some interesting photos in the group chat today. You shopping at

at the tabl

Her chest heaved. She opened her mo

ry," Grant continued, his voice dripping with veno

in the air l

e silverware rattled. She shot up from her ch

r wrist. He tugged gently. "Sit

soline on Grant's fury. Grant ha

ss and walked down the length of the ta

a drink, broke bo

ilted h

hest. The crimson liquid soaked instantly into the white

gleaming with malice. "Hope y

inside Flo

with both hands. Grant stumbled backward, his

elding him with her own body. She loo

rt slammed against his ribs with the force of a sledgehammer. No

ed, her voice tearing through the silent room. "You think havin

ple. He raised his hand

s legs coiled. He shifted his weight, preparing t

a slapped Grant's raised hand

th tears she refused to let fall. "But he has more dignity and talent in

ah's hand. Her g

pat, glaring at Grant. "He is

he threw the heavy wooden door open and marched out, le

ut, cutting off the

ed her face, a single, humiliated sob ripping from her throat.

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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.”