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Married To The Fake Broke Billionaire

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 679    |    Released on: 09/06/2026

was always

focating scent of lilies. Her uncle Warren's face, a mask of false sympathy,

a ma

ing delicate, crocodile tears. "How could you lie to us

gging her across the marble floor, her heels scraping. The heavy oak doors

ainst the old, rattling windowpane. Her heart hammered against her ribs

t a dream.

attered the night's quiet. A loud, v

BAM

e fumbled under her pillow, her fingers closing around the familiar shape of

y a slurred, angry male voice. The whole door frame

the lock gave way. The door flew

into the room. He reeked of stale cigarette smoke and c

"Get out," she hissed, her voice low and shaking

l 'em. It's my daddy's building. They can't do shit." He took

. "So you and the old loony are out. I need a place t

her voice rising in disbelief. "It

nted on," he sneered. "I'll give you back

bedroom doorway, his thin pajamas hanging off

im. "And take this usele

ing out to shove Althea toward th

button on the pepper spray,

th

were sharp, clear, and filled with a primal, protective rage. He m

Mitch with his f

His heel caught on the edge of the worn rug. He flai

e back of his head hit the sharp

s head. Althea gasped, pulling Arthur

mask of pain and fury. Blood was already matting his

mbling, bloody f

s glee. "You're done. I'm calling the cops. Assault!

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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.”