Flash Marriage To My Undercover Husband

Chapter 5

Word Count: 757 | Released on: 01/06/2026

r head on his shoulder, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest. He was awake, staring at the ce

murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

reflexively, "don't wear yourself out. You're M

d his jaw. "I like having my own money, remember?" It was the perfect excuse

op open. She wasn't looking at job listings. She was studying blueprints of The Alib

welding fumes. Damon was fine-tuning the engine of a c

e told a story of a hard life, the narrative punctuated by a long, pale scar

fender. "Good work, Damon. Your h

d, not looking u

id, his tone casual, "big step

" Damon replied

gs happen. But a wife... she costs money. Expenses go up.

tened up, wiping his hands on a rag, and met Mitch's gaze. This was

ind of

. "Some cars need to get from point A to point B. Quietly. No questions as

t, letting a flicker of greed

y. "One trip pays more tha

f the woman at home. "I need the money," he said, his voice rough. "My wife...

spiratorial welcome. "That's a good man. I'll be in

had taken the bait. He waited a few minutes, then walked to the garag

spark plugs," he said into

arget has made contact.

e Alibi Café was bustling, a trendy spot filled with the aroma of roasted coffee an

fessional heavy. She saw the way the waitstaff communicated with subtle hand gestures. She s

here a man in a crisp shirt was o

e. "Excuse me," she said, her voice full of hopefu

ing from surveillan

on's mission was about to move from

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“Caroline married a grease-stained mechanic after a deliberate one-night stand, needing a flawless civilian cover for her undercover mission. But just as she successfully orchestrated a massive police raid to dismantle a local drug ring, she was thrown into a holding cell to maintain her disguise. She called her fake husband for help, playing the terrified, helpless wife. Yet when Damon bailed her out, there was no comfort in his eyes, only absolute disgust. He threw his heavy jacket at her like she was trash and refused to look at her. "Get in the truck." His voice was dead and flat. Back at the apartment, he locked himself in the bathroom, leaving her shivering in the dark. Damon thought she was just a dirty waitress who had been cheating on him with a drug dealer. He had no idea she was the elite agent who had just brought the entire syndicate to its knees. But as Caroline sat in the cold living room, a chilling realization washed over her. How did a struggling mechanic have the power to pull her out of police custody in an hour with zero paper trail? Why did his "late-night drinking" perfectly align with the cartel's secret delivery schedule? And why did his body bear the hardened scars of a trained operative? Wiping away her fake tears, Caroline stared at the locked door. Her ordinary, working-class husband was hiding a terrifying secret. The mission wasn't over. The real hunt had just begun.”