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Flash Marriage To My Fake Disabled Husband

Flash Marriage To My Fake Disabled Husband

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1107    |    Released on: Today at 10:13

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f the tinted window of the black Lincoln Navi

ork winter rain soaked through her thin, faded jeans, pasting the cheap fabric to her shivering

or frame. "You still smell like a prison cell, Acacia. Wash that off before you crawl back

nvas sneaker crushed the hundred-do

ge of the half-open window. Her knuckl

laugh. "Still breathing

er weather stripping of the window. The internal motor of the glass pane let out a

widened in raw panic as she stared at

spray of icy mud across Acacia's thighs

ted into a cold, hard knot. She turned and began

e Dillon family townhouse on the Upper East Side. A burly secur

avity, and drove her elbow directly into the nerve cluster just below his ribs. Th

mahogany front door open. It slammed against

room, sipping tea from a bone-china cup. She looked up, her face twist

" Bulah sneered, covering her

est heaved, her lungs burning from the cold. "Why w

a thick stack of legal documents from the glas

rust fund, and you agree to marry the man we've selected for y

cacia's voice was a

lls Elmira's ventilat

d in her fingertips. It would take exactly two seconds to snap Bulah's fragile neck. But the image

ped to the signature page. She pressed the nib into the paper so hard that the

l. Brodie is having his bachelor party tonight at The Tempest

"Wire one million dollars t

out into

anhattan. The front door bouncers took one look at

ll, mapping the blind spots of the security cameras. She scaled the fire escape with silent, predat

to Acacia's collarbone. Her vision blurred for a fraction of a second. She blink

s nightmare to end. She pushed op

heavy electronic lock clicked

ike burning spices and raw pheromones. Her heart rate spiked. Her

dle, a massive, scorching hot hand clam

grabbing the man's forearm, attempting to throw his cent

didn't

He spun her around and slammed her back against the velve

ed in the darkness. It was a

eavy, her blood boiling with a drug-induced fire. She th

he gasped, her fingernails dig

in the air was destroying his control, too. Hi

d against her neck, his voice dripping

ite him, tried to fight, but the neuro-toxin turned her resistance into a desperate, writhing friction. The darkn

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Flash Marriage To My Fake Disabled Husband
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“I spent five years in a federal prison. The day I was released, my ex-fiancé's new lover threw a hundred-dollar bill into an icy puddle. "Wash the prison stench off before you crawl back to the gutters." But her mockery was the least of my problems. My adoptive family immediately cut off my dying mother's life support. They gave me a brutal ultimatum: forfeit my inheritance and marry a stranger within three days, or they would pull the plug at midnight. Desperate to pay the hospital bills, I accepted a dark web contract marriage with a bankrupt, paralyzed man. I moved into his rat-infested Brooklyn apartment. I pawned my only antique necklace to buy him warm clothes, cooked his meals, and even took a job as a maid to pay off his mounting debts. I thought we were just two broken people trying to survive at rock bottom. But I started noticing terrifying inconsistencies. Why did his scent exactly match the suffocating, powerful stranger who pinned me to a bed in a pitch-black hotel room just days ago? And why did my new employer's fortified Hamptons estate have military-grade thermal cameras hidden in the trees? I thought I was carefully hiding my past as a trained killer to protect a helpless cripple. I didn't know my "bankrupt" husband was actually the billionaire owner of that estate, sitting in his control room, watching my every move on the security cameras.”