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The Billionaire I Slept With Became My Husband

The Billionaire I Slept With Became My Husband

Author: Apache
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1060    |    Released on: 21/07/2026

Chloe. It's your

tured in Chloe's vision, swimming like broken glass. A wave of dizziness washed

nt, colorful cocktail toward

ished stone-puffy, swollen. A familiar pang of shame made her

eally can't d

a playful whine as she shook Chloe's arm. "A toa

loe's mind. Maybe Tiffany really did care. Ma

id was cool against her lips. She drank it all in one go, mi

e world around her began to warp, the noise of the bar fadi

Tiffany said, patting Chloe's shoulder with false affection. Sh

y. She couldn't form the words. A powerful vertigo seized her, and

ity guard, who turned his back on the scene and busied himself with his phone. Tiffany had paid them well-a crisp stack of hundreds s

ying lights. The air shifted, carrying the scent of expe

efined jawline and the cuff of a pristine white shirt. A sliver of a

o catch. Then, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her

d. Her instincts screamed at her to push him awa

her into

ng away and the bartender already wiping down the counter, no one moved to intervene. Chloe's cheek

. In the reflection, she saw her own body, heavy and pathe

ut behind them. He didn't turn on the main lights, leaving the

ently on the ma

d unbutton the top of his shirt. He moved toward her, his si

imal instinct. She clawed at something, a desperate, futile gesture,

lackness, she thought she heard him whisper so

't understand

ng was unfamiliar, the sheets were a tangled mess, and the man

creamed of wha

ring against her ribs. The space be

neatly on a chair by the bed

dy was a roadmap of shame, covered in faint bruises and red marks. Her

ssed herself, each

of her disgrace, a glint of light

ate quarter, with the words "The Bay S

despair-but she snatched the coin. She clenched it in her fist, t

like a fugitive, not

he Sinclair Group. A man's profile flashed on the screen for a sec

hrew the coin onto her desk. It landed with a

scrubbed her skin raw, trying to wash

hear her phone vibrating, the screen flas

her face, mixing wit

t chilled her to the bone, tha

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“I went to my stepsister's birthday party, foolishly hoping for a family truce. Instead, she drugged my drink and had me shoved into a dark hotel suite, where a stranger took my innocence. When I sneaked back home the next morning, battered and humiliated, I overheard my stepsister and stepmother laughing in the hallway. They had orchestrated the whole trap to destroy my reputation so I would be forced to marry a thrice-divorced, abusive butcher. "And don't forget the little extras we've been putting in her food," my stepmother gloated. "She'll never lose the weight. That fat Miss Piggy is meant to be your backdrop." The revelation chilled me to the bone. My years of punishing diets, the brutal exercise, the deep self-hatred-none of it was my fault. It was poison, fed to me daily by the family I trusted. I packed a single bag, took the commemorative coin I had stolen from the stranger's nightstand as a reminder of my lowest point, and vanished into the city. One year later, having lost ninety pounds and transformed into a completely different woman, I agreed to attend the blind date with the butcher they arranged. But because of a flipped brass table number, I sat down in front of the wrong man. It was Julian Sinclair, the billionaire stranger from that dark room, and he looked at me and proposed a contract marriage.”