Married To The Fake Broke Billionaire

Chapter 7

Word Count: 833 | Released on: 09/06/2026

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ll evaporated, replaced by

torn from her throa

irk spreading across his face. He lowe

her voice barely a whisper. "Please. W

the broken doorframe to watch them, lik

ld barely function. She guided a terrified and confused Arthur to

bag, tossed in a corner. The card

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ed the handwritten number. It felt like a surrender. A d

stretching into an etern

top floor of a skyscraper. Th

nior executive droned on about a hostile takeover bid worth ten billion dollar

umber he did

feeling he couldn't explain, made him raise a hand, cutti

strained, trying so hard to so

on the room of stunned executives, and walked to the floor-

e demanded, his v

the words tumbling out in a rush. "We have nowhere to g

clearly. A man's coarse voice in the background.

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with questions. He di

ee words infused with absolut

voice leaving no room for argument. He looked at Leo. "Get the New York s

and didn't hesitate. He was already

phone, the dead line buzzing in her e

an throwing their few belongings

e sound of screeching ti

g impatient, peered out th

ed off the entire street. Men in dark, impeccably tailored suits and earpi

remaining hinge. The lead security agent, a mountain of a man with a completely blank expre

and bravado draining out of

tening almost imperceptibly. He inclined his head. "Mrs. Sharp," he

's son, at the team of professional soldiers standing

in trouble. He was the tr

r husband's men, she walked out of the apartment, leaving

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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.”