Married To The Wrong Montgomery Billionaire

Chapter 3

Word Count: 753 | Released on: 10/10/2026

was persistent and cold, turning the dirt

white daisies before a small granite headstone. The ston

st the wet stone. Her voice was cracked, barely audible above the drumming

eeped into her skin, numbing the pain in her sprained ankle

violently in he

ame Chloe Sterling, her steps

the phone buzzed

brier Care Home right now and can

from her face. She hit the green but

hloe?" Hazel's voice

tched, mocking voice came through the speaker. "Fi

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rp and entitled. "The Montgomery family sent their formal marriage proposa

ou were the one boasting about marrying a Montgomery for the last six

ed nobody who doesn't even hold a seat on the board! He spends all his time painting in Europe and doesn't get a single d

them," Hazel said coldly.

Julian's facility. If you aren't standing in the living room in forty minutes, he'll be out on the street

ouch him!" Hazel yelled,

pilling from her eyes. Julian Sterling, her younger brother, was nineteen. He could barely speak five sentences

sed her muddy fingers to the sto

cemetery gate and flag

r, tossing a crumpled twenty-dollar bil

pers squeaking against the windshield. Hazel pulled h

ining the trust fund left for Julian until there was nothing left. For the past four years, Hazel had wo

wrought-iron gates of the Ste

kle, and marched up the stone driveway. She shoved the front door ope

ing two fingers of scotch. Beside him stood Chloe, wearing a

ening as he saw Hazel's disheve

setting his glass on the side table with a

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Evie Schoofs Romance

“To keep my severely autistic brother from being thrown into a state asylum, my cruel stepfamily forced me into a proxy marriage. I was sold off to Nathaniel, an outcast of the billionaire Montgomery family, signing the registry without ever seeing his face. But my desperate sacrifice wasn't enough. That same day, I accidentally ruined an $80,000 bespoke suit belonging to Alistair Montgomery-the ruthless head of the conglomerate and my new, terrifying brother-in-law. When I collapsed in the freezing rain from a severe fever, I woke up trapped in his sprawling Long Island estate. He tossed a contract onto the bed, demanding I become his 24/7 personal assistant to pay off a fabricated two-million-dollar debt for the damages. If I refused, he promised to personally cut off my brother's medical care. I was completely cornered. He didn't know I was his sister-in-law. He also didn't know I was the mysterious girl who had saved him from a drugged frenzy just nights ago-the girl with the flame birthmark he was currently tearing the city apart to find, while a wealthy fraud had already stolen my identity to claim his protection. I had no money, no power, and no way out. With shaking hands, I signed away my freedom to this tyrant. But I looked him dead in the eye and set my one absolute condition. "I am a married woman, Mr. Montgomery. We maintain a strictly professional boundary. If you cross that line, I will walk out."”