The Billionaire's Secret Paper Wife

Chapter 7

Word Count: 663 | Released on: 09/05/2026

ing open, releasing a cloud of expensiv

n, her hand gri

s Chief Technology Officer, holding a glass of amber liquid. The other ma

ell. You finally let the w

He leads Chantal to the

ers touch, a bizarre, unexplainable wave of familiarity washes over her. His ey

necessary. His sharp eyes scan her face, a look

ys, releasing her hand. He smiles warmly

welry," Chantal says, expecting the po

ling with the global supply chain disruptions in the

night vanishes. She sits forward and begins to expl

lligence and passion. She i

iration. "That is brilliant. I have several contacts in Washington w

reaks across her face. "Thank you, Sena

temperature drop

Chantal's face. A smile she ha

hes through his chest. His jaw clench

or her champagne

crystal stem, Dell's large hand

tire glass of champagne in one aggressive

y. Jay raises an eyebrow, high

wn on the glass table. The sh

or," Dell says. His voice is dangerousl

absolute shock. Her face

he recovers smoothly. "Just offering a helping ha

of sight, she lifts the sharp heel of her

linch. His face rema

s hand drops beneath the table. His long fin

eezes.

ight. The physical warning shoots up h

tly, pulling her up

ving," Dell

ponse. He turns and drags

call out over her shoulder, stumbling in her

oors shut b

down the long corridor toward the elevator, his

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“Chantal Lewis's family legacy was twenty-four hours away from a fifty-million-dollar foreclosure. Desperate to save her parents, she sold her soul, offering herself as a paper wife to Dell Valdez, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire needing a quick PR fix. But Dell didn't just buy her; he trapped her in a living nightmare. He forced her into a brutal three-year repayment plan she could never afford, treated her like a disposable prop, and deliberately leaked a scandalous paparazzi photo to destroy her hard-earned professional credibility. Worst of all, the first time his calloused hand touched hers, a violent, terrifying flashback assaulted her brain. The scorching heat of his palms and the distinct, dark scent of his cedarwood cologne perfectly matched the repressed memory of a pitch-black room where she was pinned to a mattress against her will. Chantal didn't understand why her cold-blooded fake husband felt exactly like the monster from her unspoken trauma. She understood even less why, after months of ignoring her, he was suddenly acting violently jealous and possessive when she merely smiled at another man! Why did his scent match her attacker, and what was he truly planning? Furious, she called him to threaten a divorce, only for his voice to drop into a lethal whisper. "Try it. See what happens." Before she could process his deadly threat, her office phone rang. "Ms. Lewis," her receptionist trembled. "Your brother is in the lobby. He owes money to some very bad people, and they are coming here right now."”