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The Billionaire I Slept With Became My Husband

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1111    |    Released on: 21/07/2026

ame: fragmented images of the hotel room, the suffocating scent of cedar and whiskey,

it up with more than a dozen missed cal

ht? I came back and you were gone

nored them and opened a chat with the only family membe

mbling. She hit send, then set the phon

long moment, her thumb hovering. Every instinct told her to decline-to block the number and never look back. But somethi

ing. She pressed the phone to her ear,

iffany's sharp, excited voice cut through. But she wasn

rned to ice. She

yes, dripping with cruel satisfaction. "Good girl

rrible-you can barely see his face. Just a blurry silhouette. I figured we'd wait until she's even fatter and more pathetic, then leak the whole thing with

it down. She had dialed Chloe's number, heard the click of an answer, but since Chloe hadn't spoken, she had ass

adding that stuff to her protein powder. We can't have her losing any weig

ward the kitchen counter, where a large canister of protein powder s

had believed her. She had drunk it faithfully, watched the scale climb, and blamed herself for lacking willpower. Twice she had thrown away empty canisters and started fresh with new diets, o

rved herself. But the number on the scale only ever went up. It wasn't

now, I know, it's so annoying. But Mom, do yo

charity case from his dead wife. As long as Ch

d the phone. She ended the call with a stab of her t

it like it was a venomous snake, she threw the entire thing into the trash can.

-puffy, pale, lifeless. The last bit of weakness, the last

her reputation. They wanted

e laughed at her own naivety, her own stupidity

eng

ver been so cle

ake them suffer a hundred times over

ure of the sad, overweight girl she had been forced to become. She searched for the

days-a freelance cybersecurity expert named Chris. "I need eyes on Brenda Ha

minutes. "For you? Alw

mother had left her. It was her last re

laced it in the bottom of a small jewelry box. Thi

st time. Tiffany's name

like chips of ice. She blocked th

he old Chloe H

sunlight flooded the room, and she didn't flinch. She stared d

would give her

that was hers. And she would make Brenda and Tiffany

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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.”