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My Fake Husband Is A Zillionaire

My Fake Husband Is A Zillionaire

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1592    |    Released on: 11/06/2026

surprise him, only to push open the door and fi

sual cruelty. "Her pathetic little company depends entirely on my funding. Without me, she'd

engagement ring from her nec

startup's funding, and her own father threatened to disown her if she didn't

ding, she bumped into a dusty, rugged construction worker. To permanent

re minute with you!" she declared, dragging

. Feeling guilty, she even gave him her spare key and a bank card so

a predatory client tried to assault her during a business trip, the conference room door was kic

pending her pocket money-wasn't just a random guy off the street. She had accidentally married Hurley Slate, th

e're finally going

office, wanting to share this good

er chain threaded through the band of a ring. The inside of the ring was engraved with their names. It was an engagement gift from he

rpr

died on h

carelessly on the carpet. Further in, a scrap of pink lace. And crumpled o

came a thick, unmistakable rhythm of wet, heavy breathing. The soun

e fr

the room tilted. Her fingers clamped around th

o the plush carpet, muffling her steps. She pushe

. Young. Beautiful in a way that felt like

trailing down his bare chest. She didn't

r fiancée might find o

tter if she finds out? Her pathetic little company depends entirely o

nings reached up and brushed

f she had any sense, she'd take the hint and spread her legs for me

aybe she doesn't know

tightened on the woman's hips. "After

ten seconds. Ex

surged through Addie's veins

. Before Jennings could react, she swung he

tion?" Her voice shook, but her eyes w

however, didn't flinch. He rubbed his jaw, then slowly-in

tingly calm. "What do you want

fa

he bed. "This is just a transaction. Money exchanged for physical release. It means nothing. My heart still belongs to y

hit her so hard

efended him when friends said he was too slick, too ambitious, too goo

t all," she said, her v

ed. "Guilt? The person who

And yet you've been parading around like some virtuous saint, refusing to let me touch you

ring to hide his contempt. Because he knew-he had always known-that she had

his tone almost gentle. "The wedding is in two weeks. You're g

e body trembl

from the bathroom counter and h

spat, sickened b

lasp gave way with a sharp snap. She stared at the ring resting in her palm, the diamond glinting under the bath

ff his bare chest and clattered to the t

worker off the street than spend one

stormed out, slamming the d

a blast of icy wind hit her face, sharp and biting. O

tears and fury, Addie didn't see the uneven pavement. Her heel caught on a crack.

ever

ref

She clutched the stranger's a

and worn, but beneath the grime, his features were unexpectedly striking-sharp and well-d

managed, still

when that unbearable vo

throwing yoursel

ilding, water still dripping from his h

woman of your word. You found

rely contained surged

etting go of the man's arm, she pulled herself closer, wr

empt. "Did you actually believe you were the only

of yourself. In my eyes, y

, Addie pressed a kiss to th

to hear. "I would rather marry him-a complete stranger-than spe

ough the stranger's, her

turning her back on Jennings. "We'

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“Addie went to her fiancé's corporate office to surprise him, only to push open the door and find a blonde stranger straddling him on his desk. After three years of devotion, Jennings didn't even look guilty. Instead, he scoffed with casual cruelty. "Her pathetic little company depends entirely on my funding. Without me, she'd be bankrupt in a month. After the wedding, she won't have a choice but to spread her legs." Disgusted, Addie ripped her engagement ring from her neck and hurled it at his face. But Jennings was confident she'd come crawling back. He instantly froze her startup's funding, and her own father threatened to disown her if she didn't apologize to the cheating heir just to save their families' corporate merger. Cornered and humiliated, Addie refused to bow. Stepping out of the building, she bumped into a dusty, rugged construction worker. To permanently sever ties and spite her arrogant ex, she grabbed the stranger's arm. "I would rather marry him than spend one more minute with you!" she declared, dragging the penniless worker straight to City Hall. She thought she was just using a quiet stranger for a paper marriage. Feeling guilty, she even gave him her spare key and a bank card so he wouldn't go hungry while she scrambled to save her dying company. But days later, an impossible $50 million investment dropped into her failing account. And when a predatory client tried to assault her during a business trip, the conference room door was kicked off its hinges by terrifying men in bespoke suits who brutally shattered the attacker's bones. Addie stared at the scene, her mind reeling. Her quiet, sweet "construction worker" husband-the man currently spending her pocket money-wasn't just a random guy off the street. She had accidentally married Hurley Slate, the untouchable shadow ruler of Chicago's financial underworld. And he was absolutely obsessed with his new wife.”