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My Fake Husband Is A Ruthless CEO

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 938    |    Released on: Today at 12:35

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s lower lip quivered. Only Zane seemed unaffected, his

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to the main room. The children were huddled together o

Her voice was steady now, the tears pushed down deep where they couldn't see them. "Zane,

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slipped out the door, the weight of t

tared at the door for a long moment, his sm

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sisters. A look of grim determination settled over his feat

top floor of the Hays Global Enterpris

his face unreadable. He stared at the report his exe

ugged Aliana to the hotel. Financial records of Jairo's failing

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My Fake Husband Is A Ruthless CEO
My Fake Husband Is A Ruthless CEO
“I was engaged to Jairo, completely devoted to building our future, until I caught him in our living room, tangled up with my best friend. It wasn't just a simple affair. I discovered they had drugged me the night before, planning to pimp me out to a wealthy investor to save Jairo's failing startup. By a stroke of luck, I had stumbled into the wrong hotel room and spent the night with a stranger in the dark. When I confronted Jairo and called off the wedding, his retaliation was swift and merciless. He froze my bank accounts, canceled my apartment lease, and literally threw my three young children and our belongings onto the curb next to a dumpster. "You'll come crawling back! You and your sick mother will be living on the street!" With my mother's life-saving medical treatment about to be cut off for unpaid bills, I was pushed to the absolute brink of despair. I couldn't understand how someone I loved could be so monstrous, leaving my innocent children to rot like garbage. Just as I hit rock bottom, the stranger from the hotel room found us. He drove a beat-up car, claimed to be a broke assistant, and offered me a marriage of convenience and $75,000 to get his strict family off his back. For my children's survival, I signed the papers. But that night, staying in his "boss's" luxury penthouse, I woke up to hear my new husband on the phone, ruthlessly ordering the total financial destruction of Jairo's company. Just who exactly did I marry?”