My Fake Husband Is A Secret Tycoon

Chapter 8 The Stepmother's Blackmail

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and the air hummed with the quiet, reverent energy of great art. She was standing in the main exhibition space, a bl

nor said, her sharp, intelligent eyes sc

ing seen, of being valued for her mind and her talent. The toxic cloud

y in her pocket. A blocked numbe

Long Island right now and get

erious shriek of her former m

you talking about

natic here to harass us! You handle your o

She knew exactly who Francis was talki

e Hamptons. Cory was sitting on the manicured lawn, a piece of cardboard i

sically touch a protesting woman, especially when the press might be watching. The estate manager, Ot

benefit of a freelance photographer lurking across the street. "I h

ancis watched the scene unfold

cup of tea. "This will be all over Page Six by eveni

ess line. "That girl has been a curs

lly begging Eleanor. "I am so, so sorry.

"It's your first day, Hay

ical," she pleaded, the professional composur

. Half a day. But I expect you back here f

g the driver the Long Island address. Her hands twisted in her lap the ent

ieran. Family emergency. M

up on his phone. His brow furrowed slightly. He

ble. He called her. It rang once, then went to voicemail. That was all he needed. He stood up, his movements calm and deliberate. He pulled up an application on his phone, a simple grey screen with

estate, Hayley saw them. A small cluster of reporters and photo

h, and stepped out of the car, walking toward

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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.”