Married To The Fake Broke Billionaire

Chapter 2

Word Count: 830 | Released on: 09/06/2026

one absurd reality into another. An autumn wind whipped down the Brooklyn

stop at the curb. A man in a suit, Leo,

stiff, impersonal motion. There was

. It was sterile, like a hospital, a sharp antiseptic scent layered with the faint, cold

maximum possible distance between them in the enclosed space. The silence that fell was

eading for the Brooklyn Bridge and the

onal phone. He slipped in a single wireless ea

his side of the conversation was impossible to ignore. His p

tever you have to. I don't care abo

He ended the call without a goodbye, pulling the earbud out and letting out a slow, controlled breath. T

ssed a thick file folder ove

t a glimpse of her own face on a printed page. A full backgroun

adlines were brutal, sensational. Beaumont Heiress a Fraud! The Imposter Princess Kicked

nother document, this one freshly printed, the pages h

efore the imposing stone colu

id ground on the wide concrete steps. The air fel

t, holding out the prenup and a he

g on the steps of the marriage bureau, she began to read. T

d all claims to his assets, properties, and future earnings. She let out a short,

use. There were rules for cohabitation she hadn't agreed to.

to the most

ter within a three-foot radius of the Husband's

ooking at him as if he were a specimen in a jar. "Are you serious? W

eact to her insult, didn't even blink. He simply

his voice flat and f

thought of the twenty-two thousand, four hu

slash of ink on the last page. She d

er signature. A flicker of something, maybe relief, cros

olding a numbered ticket. "Si

Althea took a deep breath, the city air tasting of exha

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“Althea threw ice water in her blind date's face-and walked out without looking back. That should have been the end of it. But the man who saw everything from the corner of the cafe had other plans. Darion Sharp was cold, controlling, and utterly untouchable. He didn't date. He didn't touch. He didn't let anyone close. But his dying grandfather's final wish was to see him married-so he made Althea an offer she couldn't refuse: Marry me, and I'll pay for your grandfather's medical care. Three months. Separate lives. No physical contact. It should have been simple. But the man who demanded a three-foot radius of personal space had a past written in scars across his back. The woman who sold tacos from a food truck had once been the heir to a media empire-until Althea's family framed her as a fraud and threw her out like garbage. Now she's living in his penthouse, hiding her grill pans from his obsessive cleanliness, waking up to find her grandfather wandering into dangerous streets-and discovering that her cold, distant husband isn't just wealthy. He's dangerous. When thugs corner Althea in an alley, he walks through the filth in a thousand-dollar suit to stand between her and them. When her landlord kicks her out at midnight, his security team arrives before she can finish her sentence. She thought she was marrying a man in debt. She thought she could handle a transactional arrangement. Althea was wrong about everything. Because the man who flinched at her touch is the same man who tossed his jacket over her shoulders in the rain. The man who hid scars from a brutal past is the same man who crashed a board meeting to answer her call. She's not just his wife. She's his weakness. And Althea is about to discover that the secrets he's keeping are only the beginning. "Pray you never have a reason to use that number." She had a reason. And now there's no going back.”