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My Fake Husband Is A Zillionaire

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 985    |    Released on: 11/06/2026

certificate, Addie brought

en sleeping in the construct

it hadn't sat right with her. After everything she'd dragged him into

oor, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. "There should be some

he bathroom, and soon the sound of

he cushions. Her feet ached. Her head throbbed. The events of

She glanced at t

ent the formal notice. They're freezing all funding, effective imme

. The bastard hadn't

From this point forward, Hayes Corp and Sterling have no relati

cts will have to pause immediately. A day or

of her nose. "Give me one week. I'l

l and let out a l

he find a new inv

litics of Chicago's business circles. She didn't have deep connections. And if

glier. His "investment" had slowly, methodically turned Sterling into a subsidiary of Hayes Corp

th such arrogance. That was why he b

ood simmer. She would p

ne rang

r ID made her stomac

uld even get out a greeting, his

Look at what you've done! You went to Jennings's hotel and humiliated him in publi

ad

nt you to explain yoursel

et another word out,

ckles went white. Jennings had gotten to him first. Of course he had

room doo

th a ridiculous cartoon duck printed across the front. On him, the fabric was stretched tight across his shoulde

e phone call still sat heavy on her chest. T

you working tomorrow? A

ed me for

knew this man. What she wa

I need to go to my parents' house. To

outh lifted. Not a

prob

for reluctance, for a negotiation. Instead, he had ag

nk y

d then, immediately, a

oom had been converted into her home office months ago, filled with whi

ked at it at

the bed and patted the mattress beside him, a slow, teasing grin spreading across his

eading to the tips of her ears. She must have looked l

Hurley

going to do anything. Not without feelings b

. "I'll take the sofa. You sleep in

mmering against her ribs for reasons s

l-fitted suit, then drove toward her childhood h

e steering wheel as the wrou

for her behind those

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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.”