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The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife

The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife

Mischa Taube
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I arrived at my uncle's mansion looking like human trash, clutching a one-way bus ticket and a duffel bag stuffed with old newspaper. My aunt looked at me with pure disgust, as if she could smell the poverty on my skin, but they needed me for one thing: to be a sacrificial lamb. They told me I was getting married to Julian Sterling, a man the elite circles called a violent monster locked in a cage. My uncle forced me to sign away my soul to save their failing fortune, while my cousin Kayla laughed and threw a torn dress at my feet, calling me a "rat from the Rust Belt." At the Sterling estate, the nightmare only deepened. Julian's stepmother treated me like a horse she was forced to buy, ordering the staff to "burn off" my hair before locking me in the West Wing. I was thrown into a padded cell with a man who lunged at me, his heavy chains rattling against the floor as he roared with an animalistic rage that had already killed two nurses. They thought I was a pathetic, uneducated girl who "didn't read so good." They didn't know I had extorted two million dollars from my uncle before walking out the door, or that I was secretly recording every slap and insult they threw at me for future leverage. I huddled in the corner of that dark cell, letting them watch me tremble on the security feeds. I let Julian's sister strike me with a riding crop and splash water in my face, playing the role of the clumsy, sobbing idiot to perfection. But the moment the cameras looped, the scared girl vanished. I pinned the "monster" to the floor, cut the neural tracking chip out of his neck with a hidden scalpel, and whispered into his ear as his blue eyes finally cleared. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They had no idea they were sending a wolf to hunt a beast.

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The paper ticket in my hand was damp. It had absorbed the sweat from my palm and the humidity of the Greyhound bus that smelled like stale urine and despair. I ran my thumb over the frayed edge of the paper. One way. No return. Just like the life I was leaving behind, or rather, the life I had meticulously fabricated just to leave it behind.

I looked down at my chest. The grey hoodie I wore was pilling, the fabric rough against my skin. I had bought it at Walmart three days ago, along with the canvas shoes that were already pinching my toes. I looked like trash. I smelled like the inside of a smoker's lung. I was perfect.

The bus hissed as it kneeled against the curb, the hydraulic sigh sounding like a dying animal. Through the grime-streaked window, I saw it. A sleek, black Mercedes idling among the rusted sedans and pickup trucks of the station pick-up zone. It looked like a shark swimming in a pool of minnows.

Frank Vance. My uncle. Or at least, the man who signed the papers claiming he was.

I grabbed my duffel bag. It was light, mostly filled with crumpled newspaper to give it bulk, with only a few distinct items buried at the bottom. I stepped off the bus, letting my shoulders slump forward, curving my spine into the posture of someone who spent their life apologizing for existing.

Frank did not get out of the car. He did not unlock the door until I was standing right next to the passenger window, looking like a lost dog waiting for a scrap. The window rolled down two inches. Just enough for his eyes to rake over me, assessing the damage.

"Get in the back," he said. His voice was flat. "Don't touch anything with those hands until you wipe them."

I obeyed. I opened the back door and tossed my bag onto the floorboard, careful not to let the canvas scuff the beige leather. I slid into the seat, making myself small, pressing my knees together. The air conditioning in the car was set to a temperature that made the sweat on my neck turn instantly cold.

He didn't ask how I was. He didn't ask about my mother, or the funeral, or the debt. He just merged into traffic, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror every few seconds to make sure I wasn't stealing the change from the center console.

We drove in silence for forty minutes, leaving the cracked pavement of the city limits for the manicured, emerald-green lawns of the Hamptons. The transition was violent. One minute, billboards for bail bonds; the next, wrought-iron gates that cost more than a kidney.

When we pulled into the driveway of the Vance estate, I saw her. Brenda. My aunt. She was standing on the front porch, directing a team of movers who were hauling Louis Vuitton trunks out of the house. She looked frantic, her hands fluttering like nervous birds.

Frank parked the car. "Get out," he said. "And try not to speak unless someone asks you a question."

I climbed out, clutching my bag. Brenda stopped shouting at the movers long enough to look at me. Her nose wrinkled. It was a visceral reaction, instant and uncontrollable. She smelled the poverty on me.

"Is this it?" she asked Frank, pointing a manicured finger in my direction.

Frank nodded. "It's the best we could do on short notice."

Brenda walked down the steps, her heels clicking on the stone. She circled me, like a butcher inspecting a side of beef that had been left out in the sun too long.

"She has lice, probably," Brenda said.

"I don't," I whispered, letting my voice crack just enough to sound pathetic. "I scrubbed with dish soap at the station."

Kayla appeared in the doorway then. She was wearing a silk robe that shimmered in the afternoon sun, holding a glass of green juice. She looked like a princess in a tower, if the tower was built on credit card debt and desperation. She looked down at me, her eyes cold and empty.

"So this is the rat from the Rust Belt," Kayla said. She took a sip of her juice. "Well, at least she's the right size. If she keeps her mouth shut, maybe they won't notice the lack of brain cells."

Frank ushered us all inside. The foyer was grand, filled with light, but the air was thick with tension. I could feel the panic radiating off them. They were desperate.

"Listen to me, Serena," Frank said, turning to face me. He held out a stack of papers. "You are going to do exactly what we tell you. You are going to sign these, and then you are going to save this family."

I took the papers. My hands trembled. I made sure they saw the trembling. "What... what is this?"

"You're getting married," Brenda said. She said it like she was sentencing me to death. "To Julian Sterling."

I let the name hang in the air. I let my eyes widen, let the breath hitch in my throat. Julian Sterling. The name was a ghost story in the intelligence community. A tragedy. A monster.

"But he... I heard he's crazy," I stammered. "I heard he hurts people."

Brenda stepped closer, her perfume cloying and sweet. "He is a monster," she hissed. "He's a drooling, violent lunatic locked in the west wing of his daddy's mansion. And you are going to be his wife. Because if you don't, we lose everything. And if we lose everything, you go back to the trailer park and handle your mother's gambling sharks on your own."

I shrank back, clutching the papers to my chest. "Please," I whispered. "I don't want to die."

Kayla laughed. It was a sharp, brittle sound. "Better you than me, cousin. Here." She picked up a dress from a pile on the chair and threw it at me. It was old, the lace tearing at the hem. "Wear this tomorrow. Try to look like a girl, not a scarecrow."

Dinner was served an hour later. They ate in the dining room, the clinking of silverware on china echoing through the halls. I was told to eat in the kitchen.

The maid, Maria, set a plate in front of me. A cold sandwich and a glass of tap water. She looked at me with pity in her dark eyes.

"Eat, child," she said softly. "You'll need the strength."

I gave her a watery, grateful smile. "Thank you, ma'am."

She patted my shoulder and left the room, closing the door behind her to block out the sound of the Vance family arguing over wine.

The moment the door clicked shut, the trembling in my hands stopped.

I sat up straight. The slump in my spine vanished. My eyes, which had been wide and fearful, narrowed into focused slits. I pushed the sandwich aside.

I reached down to my canvas shoe. With a quick, practiced movement, I pried up the inner sole. Beneath the cheap foam was a hollowed-out compartment. I pulled out a micro-SIM card.

I took the battered Nokia phone from my pocket-the one Frank had looked at with such disdain-and swapped the cards.

The screen flickered to life. A single line of code scrolled across the pixelated display.

Status?

My fingers flew across the keypad.

Infiltration successful. The targets are hostile but incompetent. They believe the cover.

I hit send.

Upstairs, I heard a shriek. Kayla screaming about a broken nail or a wrong shade of polish.

I deleted the message, removed the SIM card, and placed it back in my shoe. I picked up the sandwich and took a bite. It was dry and tasteless.

I looked out the kitchen window toward the Manhattan skyline glowing in the distance. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They had no idea they were sending a wolf to hunt a beast.

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“I arrived at my uncle's mansion looking like human trash, clutching a one-way bus ticket and a duffel bag stuffed with old newspaper. My aunt looked at me with pure disgust, as if she could smell the poverty on my skin, but they needed me for one thing: to be a sacrificial lamb. They told me I was getting married to Julian Sterling, a man the elite circles called a violent monster locked in a cage. My uncle forced me to sign away my soul to save their failing fortune, while my cousin Kayla laughed and threw a torn dress at my feet, calling me a "rat from the Rust Belt." At the Sterling estate, the nightmare only deepened. Julian's stepmother treated me like a horse she was forced to buy, ordering the staff to "burn off" my hair before locking me in the West Wing. I was thrown into a padded cell with a man who lunged at me, his heavy chains rattling against the floor as he roared with an animalistic rage that had already killed two nurses. They thought I was a pathetic, uneducated girl who "didn't read so good." They didn't know I had extorted two million dollars from my uncle before walking out the door, or that I was secretly recording every slap and insult they threw at me for future leverage. I huddled in the corner of that dark cell, letting them watch me tremble on the security feeds. I let Julian's sister strike me with a riding crop and splash water in my face, playing the role of the clumsy, sobbing idiot to perfection. But the moment the cameras looped, the scared girl vanished. I pinned the "monster" to the floor, cut the neural tracking chip out of his neck with a hidden scalpel, and whispered into his ear as his blue eyes finally cleared. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They had no idea they were sending a wolf to hunt a beast.”
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