Married To The Fake Broke Billionaire

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