Flash Marriage To My Undercover Husband

Chapter 7

Word Count: 776 | Released on: 01/06/2026

yee: eager, a little clumsy, and endlessly cheerful. She learned the menu,

er first day. He pointedly warned her away from two areas. "The kitchen's back door is for deliveries only

, naive smile. His warning was as good as

oster, a young barista with floppy hair and a crush

pliment on his latte art there. An "accidental" brush of he

her around like a puppy, offering to cover her tabl

She expertly used her marriage as both a shield and a lure, painting a picture of a sweet girl trapp

l workouts that left his muscles screaming and his skin slick

nesday, on a new burner

ack Escalade waiting. Keys are on the dash. You drive it to the old Miller far

ut?" Damon asked

Cash. When th

te, identifying every traffic camera, every potential choke point, every

tion "Night Owl" is a go. Friday, Pier 3. Requesting

d cheap red wine, the air in the apar

n asked, swirling th

ristas. He's nice, but... a little too friendly, you know?" She was laying the ground

plate. His brow furrowed. "I to

nt," she said, forcing a laugh. "What a

onse, but the displeasu

of pasta on her fork. "Mr. Sullivan wants me to help with inventory." In re

m the shop and I are going out for beers Friday. Proba

o expert liars locked in a dance of deception,

ind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chi

ple warning from a husband to his wife. But for a fleeting moment, they

m, her hands still in the

ey just didn't know it would be the night their ca

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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.”