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Married To The Fake Broke Billionaire

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 749    |    Released on: 09/06/2026

cedar and that strange, clean antiseptic scent. Althea clutc

al mask firmly in place, but Althea saw the flicker o

om the stench of garbage clinging to them, but his ja

ed. "We'll mes

, his voice a low grow

her into the plush leather interior, tr

to Leo. Althea gave him the address to her building, a rundown pre-war walk-up on the edge of a

in the car as she helped Arthur

her voice stiff, direct

gone for a week." His gaze was intense. "If you find yourself

m away. The SUV pulled away from th

shoulders a strange and confusing comfort. She shook her head and turned

he grime from his skin and hair. She helped him into clean pajamas and coaxed him to eat a small bowl of

w herself to feel the

haustion. She opened the refrigerator. It was nearly empty,

long, desperate swallow. The bitter l

led out a thin silver chain. The locket was worn smooth from years of touch. She clicked it ope

he walls she kept so carefully built around her heart. A singl

to the tiny photo, her voice breaking.

elt foreign, absurd on her tongue. "He's a monster. A cold, controlling, paranoid

y mind. Feeling safe with a man who's probably one s

llic taste coating her tongue

her chest, over her heart. The tears stopped. Her

faces in the locket. "I will find out who put you on that yacht

e a bed of her own. She pulled her thin mattress onto the floor next to Arthur's be

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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.”