My Contract Husband Hides His Billions

Chapter 3

Word Count: 723 | Released on: 17/06/2026

le man...

She leaned her head back against the cool brick, the rough texture a sma

mother's number, but she'd just show up at the coffee shop or her apartment.

housand polite, judgmental conversations. The thought of another Mr. Pric

latitudes or easy advice. His quiet observation was its own f

eginning to cut through the deepening twilight. People hurried along the sidewalk, wrapped

fixation born of her own struggles. She thought of Ky

ake shape in the chaos of her mind. It was a s

a powerful man to boast about to her fri

ake

ing, exhilarating surge of adrenaline. It w

ocking onto Hunter. The despair was gone

You've been in Seacrest City for a few m

his expression

momentous, like a step off a cliff. "Who is th

's eyes, there and gone so quickly she thought sh

deration. He let the silence stret

said, his tone casual, as if discussing a local celebrity.

co' while simultaneously casting its leader as an untouchable, a

ugh. "Right. A ghost. Not very h

ure a billionaire out of thin air. But the question itself had re

was on, but he let

sked, his voice laced with concern. "Three

a warm blanket. It solidified the crazy i

id, her voice gaining strength. "

into the space between them. Her gaze was

llowed a look of thoughtful curiosity to se

at him. He was handsome, calm, and trustworthy. He was her brother's friend. And most important

ate eyes, the perfect

her lips, a reckless,

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“My mother gave me an impossible ultimatum: find a wealthy man to marry in one week, or endure three agonizing blind dates every single day. Driven to the edge after being humiliated by her latest arrogant candidate, I made a reckless move. I asked my brother's old college roommate, Hunter, a seemingly average project manager, to be my fake boyfriend. He calmly rejected the idea, telling me a fake boyfriend wouldn't stop my mother. Instead, he suggested a legally binding marriage of convenience. Exhausted by the constant pressure and still haunted by my ex who left me for a rich heiress, I actually agreed. Within hours, we signed a strict one-year contract and got our marriage license. I thought I had found the perfect, harmless loophole to buy my freedom. But my illusion shattered when my brother called in a panic, screaming that the man I just married was a ruthless, manipulative shark. My anxiety spiked further when my cheating ex suddenly showed up at my coffee shop, begging to get back together. Before I could react, Hunter stepped out of the shadows. The gentle project manager vanished, replaced by a man with glacial eyes and terrifying, absolute authority. "I'm her husband." His voice left no room for argument. Staring at the expensive Bentley he drove and the man who just effortlessly claimed me, I finally realized the terrifying truth. I hadn't married an ordinary man at all, and he had no intention of letting this just be a contract.”