My Fake Husband Is A Secret Tycoon

Chapter 9 No Words to Clear My Name

Word Count: 619 | Released on: Today at 12:01

g their shouted questions, her head down. She reached her s

y hissed, grabbing her a

s wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. "Don't you dare talk to me like that! I'm here

ng lie. Her father's accid

, her voice flat and dead. "Ho

y whispered, her eyes gleaming with

ound. "I don't have a hundred doll

'm not

strode out, her face like a thundercloud. She waved a dis

porters away. Francis's cold, u

piece of trailer trash to my home to extort money.

ed, her voice desperate. "I jus

ed sobbing again. "She's lying! Hayley told

orrified. The betrayal was so swif

Aston Martin and stormed out of the car, his face a mask of pure revulsi

led. "I knew you wouldn't be satisfied. I

's not what

ribbled something out. He tore the check from the book and threw it on the grave

s a replay of the scene at the courthouse, another

g his eyes. "I don't

ight. Then stay here a

ambled for the check. She snatched it from the

, grabbing Cory's arm. She nodde

p. Francis took it, tore it into tiny pieces, and

Cory off the property. "You'll regret this

lent. It was just Hay

y were face to face. Then, with a sharp, crac

Hayley's head to the side. Her

enomous. "Just like your mother. Always trying to

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

My Fake Husband Is A Secret Tycoon

He Shuyao Modern

“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.”