Married To The Fake Broke Billionaire

Chapter 3

Word Count: 768 | Released on: 09/06/2026

ting vows they didn't mean in a monotone voic

t with a heavy thud. He slid the thin piece of paper, their marriage certi

t up, folding it quickly and shoving it into the

ers squeaking on the polished linoleum floor. She pushed through the heavy revolvi

the

ielding her eyes against the glare. He stood a few feet away,

dfather, you'll need to move in with

sed. "That wasn't

en she saw it. A small detail she'd missed before. On the chrome frame around th

ent

nt firm on his business card. The obsessively detailed, paranoid prenuptial agreement desi

oke. He was a fraud, renting a fancy car and probably a fancy a

er chest. A protective barrier. "No," she said

is for you to a

ertificate, which I have," she shot back, her an

ecoming almost a physical force. He took a step toward her, closing the distance. "I am paying an

ng. "I'll pay you back. Every single cent, with interest." The words were reckless, impossible, but

hed in his jaw. He brought a hand to his temple, pressing his fingers against the

ket and pulled out another business card. He scr

ir and landed near th

son to use that," he said,

r. Leo held the door, and Darion disappeared inside,

ging seamlessly into the flow of traffic an

private cell number. She shoved it into a sid

food truck's produce supplier. INVOI

ashing back down on her. She slapped her cheeks lightly, forcing herself to focus. She

ay entrance, a dark square hole in the pavement. A gust of wind swi

disappearing into the cro

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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.”