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My Fake Husband Is A Ruthless CEO

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1111    |    Released on: Today at 12:34

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the donuts rolling across the st

eart hammering against her ribs. She ran down the length of the ope

is head out of the offi

abbing his shirt. "Have you s

ing with her phone, her vision blurred with tears, when a bea

wed by Riley and Mila. They saw her and broke

am

fierce, desperate hug. Relief, so intense it was painful, washed over her, followed by a wa

. A pair of expensive leather

a loo

l, powerful frame seemed to suck all the air out of the space, a stark,

ing pleasure-crashed over her. Instinct took over. She pulled

a knife twisting in his gut. He stopped a careful ten f

na's legs. "Mama, we found him!

hter, then whipped her head back to the man, her eyes b

ce, adopting the persona of a weary, put-upon employee. "Ma'am,

A man who can afford a penthouse suite at the Grand Hote

s out of town. As for the car-" he gestured at the dented Honda with a self-deprecating shrug, "-the company provides good benefits, but

t the fear and suspicion remain

is voice was calm and logical. "Grandma nee

e desperation was a fresh wave o

a folded document from the inside pock

t it, refusi

t's a contract," he said,

she asked, her voice

marriage of convenience. I need a wife to get my famil

left her speechless. She stared at

hem in half, and threw the pieces at his feet

en back up at her. "The hospital will discontinue your mother's treatme

eaving her exposed and vulnerable. The strength

her arm to steady her. His touch was warm and firm

paused, letting the silence stretch, and when he spoke again, his tone had shifted-da

er cheeks flooding wit

glint of something far more dangerous. "Most arranged marriages fail

ged on Benedict's pant leg. "Mr. Ryan

son. Benedict's composure cracked for a fraction of a second-a twitch at the corner o

a hissed. "Th

e conviction of a child who had witnessed something and refused to be

e decency to look mildly embarrassed, tho

o protect you," he explained, his vo

peated, her voice

n," he said. "They d

d, her small hands clutching A

she looked at the stranger whose touch burned her skin, the man o

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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?”