My Fake Husband Is A Secret Tycoon

Chapter 2 A Chance Encounter at the Bar

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of spilled bourbon and old regrets. It was the perfect place to disappear. Hayley was

t her. "...must be legally married on the date of disbursement..." A digi

but the coat fit his broad shoulders perfectly, a detail that spoke of qui

with lime," he t

hat seemed to take in everything without moving. He looked... calm. Stable. And, fro

ng only a core of cold, hard desperation. She pick

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t of a smile touched the corner of his mouth. He didn't

ing else," she said, her voi

ud in the momentary silence between songs. "That depen

her blunt. "It's a busines

sounds more serious than a typical business deal," he said, his tone laced with a dr

a rush. He saw right throu

ntract. Generous compensation. No strings, no expectati

pulled out a simple, cream-colored business car

ales Associate.

ce a low, smooth baritone. "My rent

fect. They were from the same world-the world of people who worked for a living, who understood tra

on't interfere in each other's private lives. We present a united f

eyes searching hers. "

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he bar. "City Hall closes in a

red against her ribs

a genuine smile finally breaking through. He stood,

her blouse no match for the cold. Without a word, Kieran shrugged off his trench coat and drape

ight stopped traffic, and a familiar, guttural engin

ind the wheel, his face a mask of disbelief.

enough to cut glass. "Looks like someone d

, ignoring the blaring horns behind him, and shoved his doo

ers digging into the flesh above

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“After four years of marriage, my wealthy husband Brad handed me a $50,000 severance check outside the Manhattan Family Court. He linked arms with his mistress, Jenna, who flaunted the diamond ring that used to be mine. "Just take it, Hayley. Take the money and get out of our lives," he sneered, looking at me with absolute disgust. I tore the check into pieces, but my nightmare was just beginning. To access my grandfather's trust fund, I had exactly seventy-two hours to get legally married, so I desperately proposed a one-year contract marriage to a poor insurance salesman I met in a dive bar. When Brad found out, he and his arrogant family cornered me at their estate. Brad mocked my new husband for being a penniless, money-grubbing parasite, while my former mother-in-law slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground. "You are trash, just like your mother," she spat, watching my knee bleed onto the sharp gravel. Jenna gleefully kicked my phone away, shattering the screen and cutting off my only lifeline. Lying there in the dirt, I stared at the broken glass in absolute despair. I didn't understand why four years of quiet devotion had earned me nothing but cruel betrayal and endless humiliation from the people I once called family. Just as I thought I had completely lost, a black Lincoln Navigator slammed to a halt at the gates. My "penniless" new husband stepped out, radiating a terrifying, righteous fury that made the entire Patton family freeze in horror.”