Contract Marriage With My Secret Zillionaire Husband

Chapter 4

Word Count: 545 | Released on: 14/04/2026

. She pulled out a paper check. She s

on the line was f

my son," Mrs. Rose said. "Take the money.

on the check. A cold, hard

r hand out of her purse. She placed the da

snapped open. The pink diamond ca

nk. Her breath hitched.

," Dahlia said. Her voice was i

ffed. She cro

red. "You think playing hard to

the screen. She tapped Kirt's name and hit the speak

g twice. Kir

y?" Kirt's voice filled th

mouth to yell, but Dahlia shot her a glare

crophone. Her tone was complete

ence fell o

e cracked. "Why? Le

am tired of this. I don't l

begging. Hi

She slammed her finger onto t

s. She blocked his number. She did it

. She looked do

with the Rose family a

eels hit the wooden floo

aring at the diamond rin

Maeve stood in the hall. The houseke

did not open her umbrella. She steppe

ater ran down her face. She couldn't tell if her

ed shut behind her. The so

ed the smell of wet dirt. Her lungs

the door open and slid onto the vinyl

She leaned her head back agains

n her wet pocket.

indi: "Are you home?

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“My family went bankrupt overnight, leaving me to face a mountain of predatory debt. Instead of standing by my side, my billionaire fiancé's mother threw a five-million-dollar check on the marble table, demanding I take the money and disappear from her son's life forever. Meanwhile, my former social circle mocked my downfall. They secretly took photos of me meeting with ruthless loan sharks, waiting for me to come crawling back to beg for charity. I didn't give them the satisfaction. I legally took on my father's massive debt, threw the check back, and ruthlessly dumped my fiancé. To stop my heartbroken mother from worrying, I lied and told her I had already found a new, reliable boyfriend. But the lie was a ticking time bomb. My malicious rival even forced her way into my cramped apartment, demanding to meet this mysterious man, laughing that he must live in a dumpster. I was suffocating under the pressure. I had nothing, and I had no idea how I was supposed to magically produce a husband to get these toxic people off my back. Until a dying stranger I helped in the park made a final wish. His grandson-my cold, aloof high school upperclassman, Caleb Barnes-handed me a watertight prenuptial agreement at the hospital. "Marry me," Caleb said flatly. "I get to give my grandfather peace. You get a shield against your family." I picked up the pen and signed my name.”