The Wall Street Tyrant's Fake Wife

Chapter 4

Word Count: 925 | Released on: 06/05/2026

ing. The only sound was the ragged, uneve

gainst the copy of the marriage certificate. He picked it up. His eyes filled with

"Why?" he choked out. "Why would you sac

in her chest. Her ribs felt tight. She knew she could never tell him the trut

his chair. She reached out and grabbed his cold, trembling hands.

ce to soften. She pulled up a bright, sickeningly sweet smi

softly. "It's not a sacrifice

confusion. He knew the reputation of the Wall

started spinning the lie. "We met at the charity g

nt from what the papers say. We talked for hours. He starte

y's trouble, he was furious that I didn't tell him. He insisted on

he story. Jalynn kept her gaze steady, pouring every oun

release. He let out a long, heavy sigh. He turned

ruthless, Jalynn," Silas whispere

He treats me like a queen, Dad.

ore he asked for more details. "How

the supply chain. Crowe Holdings is our core supplier. Walter Crowe calle

it was only meant to cover the bank loans. It wouldn't be enough to buy o

voice firm. "I'll use the Atkins connection

avily against her shoulder. She walked him slowly up

on and fell into a deep sleep. Then, she backed

the door open and collapsed onto the massive bed. She stare

t the diamond ring. The stone looked like a chunk of ice. The metal

wled. The physical need to break out of this

more minute playing the gentle, obedie

racks of pastel dresses and modest skirts out of the w

kit from her college days-a tiny, black slip dress and a high-quality, ash-blonde wig. The fabric of the

ss over her head. She sat at her vanity and aggressively applied thick, dark eyelin

messy waves. She pulled it over her dark hair,

wild, reckless, and completely unrecognizable. Jalynn

e side door into the night. She needed the loud, chaotic energy of t

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“To save her father's dying company from her treacherous uncle and cheating ex-boyfriend, Jalynn sold her life to a Wall Street tyrant. She signed an ironclad contract to be Deryl Atkins's submissive, timid placeholder wife, perfectly mimicking his dead fiancée. In exchange, he wired tens of millions to keep her family out of bankruptcy. Playing the pathetic, obedient virgin all day made her physically sick. So that night, she sneaked out to a gritty underground club in a tight black slip dress and an ash-blonde wig to drink the nausea away. She completely let loose, winning a tequila-chugging contest against a massive biker and ripping off her wig in arrogant triumph under the flashing strobe lights. She thought she was anonymous, completely unaware that the ruthless monster she had just married was watching her every move from the soundproof VIP lounge upstairs. When her phone vibrated at 1 AM, his flat, terrifying voice felt like a physical blow. "Are you awake?" Jalynn lied smoothly, pitching her voice to sound gentle and innocent, claiming she was reading Renaissance art. But a terrifying dread settled in her stomach. Why did he suddenly force her to move into his fortress-like estate the very next morning, deliberately filling the halls with his dead fiancée's pristine white roses just to suffocate her? She thought she could use his money and his name to crush her enemies while keeping her true self hidden. But when he publicly dragged her onto his lap at a high-stakes business lunch, his fingers digging into her waist with a dark, predatory smile, Jalynn realized the terrifying truth. The fake marriage wasn't her shield; it was his hunting ground, and he was going to play with her until she broke.”