Matched to a Billionaire Husband by the DDA

Chapter 2 Irreversible match

Word Count: 732 | Released on: 17/08/2026

, finding Journey exactly where she'd been all nigh

"Manhattan's Most Committed Bachelor," "The Number One Enemy of Matrimony," and

titan in a perfectly tailored suit. His expression was cold, his

To be partnered with a man like th

n't let t

her most presentable-and only-blouse and

the Department of Domestic Affairs (DDA) headquarters opened its doors. The

was called. A stone-faced, middle-aged c

nt of my pairing," Journey said, her voice s

yped withou

ion. She looked at Journey, truly looked at her, for the first time. Her eyes held a flicker of di

"according to the Act, Section 17, Clause 3, all matche

!" Journey pleaded. "It has to

does not make errors. Mr. Beaumont, like you, is an el

he background check? The Act says it considers shared backgro

d a few keys and turned t

t into account. According to our records, your childhood address and Mr. B

hat was the single, dusty road in the tiny fishing village wh

th the same name? Impossible. The vil

ystem determined a potential 'childhood connection,' granti

y, her back pressed against the cold, in

was blocked by this absur

ng, a black, armored M

rged. He wore sunglasses, but the cold, powerful aura he pro

Dane Be

ed to his side. "Sir, we're here. M

at the DDA's official seal, a cold,

his path intersecting with

ter pine, brushed past her nose,

was already disappearing into a private el

d the feeling. Her mind was consum

he had just passed was the oth

She had to call her dad and ask him

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Clara Voss Billionaires

“Dumped by my boyfriend for a wealthy heiress and left with exactly $217 in my bank account, I couldn't afford the government's new mandatory Celibacy Tax. With no other choice, I entered the federal partner lottery, only to be matched with Dane Beaumont-the country's most ruthless, anti-marriage billionaire. I desperately tried to annul the match, but his legal team cornered me. They threatened to cut off my dying father's life-saving dialysis and kidney transplant channel if I didn't comply. Forced to accept a one-year sham marriage, I was cornered at a gas station by my ex and his new heiress wife, who publicly mocked me in the freezing rain for being a pathetic gold-digger. "Look at you," my ex sneered. "Like a drowned rat. I'm honestly embarrassed for you." But before the humiliation could completely break me, a warm suit jacket smelling of winter pine was draped over my shivering shoulders. Dane Beaumont, the cold-blooded titan who was supposed to despise this forced union, swept me into his arms and carried me to his hypercar, leaving my ex utterly paralyzed with shock. I didn't understand. Why did this terrifying man, who had the power to send me to federal prison rather than marry a nobody, suddenly choose to protect me? Sitting in my new gilded cage at the Beaumont estate, I looked at the ironclad contract that bound us. I calmly opened an encrypted app and messaged my agent. It was time to wake up my hidden identity as the genius composer "Dusk" and tear down the heiress who thought she had ruined my life. It is a story between vampires and mermaids.”