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The Secretary's Fake Rockstar Husband

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 783    |    Released on: Today at 14:39

heap, fast-fashion floral dress Callum had ordered from

lls Royce Cullinan glided to

e driver's seat, wearing a plain black t-shirt.

the chrome grille of the luxury SUV. "Are

rented it yesterday to shoot a music video. They charge by the hour, and I still have it until

ned the heavy door and climbed in. The smell of rich, untouched leather

assive car merged smoothly into

out the thick glass window. The city blurred as they drov

her back to last night. Th

a rented dress she couldn't afford. She had watched Bennett standin

her standing there like a lost puppy," Seraphina had sneered to her friends.

g for Bennett to defend her. He

drink, his face completely bored. "Lea

pl

ve years of organizing his life, anticipating his moods, loving him in pathetic,

ed down. She was gripping the seatbelt so hard

a word. He reached out and turned the dial on the

out a bottle of Evian water, twiste

gainst the warm, rough skin of his knuckles. The

. She took a sip, forcing

ike you aren't worth anything," he said, his voice casual

f her chest. Her throat tightened painfu

single tear escaped, sliding down her cheek and dropping onto her

he grand, classical columns of the

orary parking spot and killed the

p purse, pulled out a compact mirror, and quickly

eyes were hard. "I have never b

out onto the sidewalk. They walked side

violently in her pur

ed with the name

ade her heart race with hope. Today, it

ressed the red button, rejecting the call. Then she held the

ne back into her purse

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“For twelve years, Cora lived in silent agony, loving her boss Bennett Hodges while serving as his perfect, invisible secretary. But after one night of drunken despair, she woke up in a stranger's penthouse. The man, an indie musician named Callum, showed her viral paparazzi photos of her ripping his shirt off and demanded a fake marriage to save his career. Cora immediately agreed, desperately needing a legal shield. Bennett had just ordered her to attend a gala as the personal date of a billionaire known for sending women to the ER. When Cora refused and showed Bennett her marriage certificate, he thought it was a pathetic bluff. To force her submission, Bennett froze her entire savings, permanently denied her hard-earned department transfer, and watched with a smug smile as his sister humiliated Cora for being the "maid's daughter." He wanted to completely destroy her life until she crawled back begging. Looking at her ruined design portfolio scattered on the floor, Cora felt her heart turn to ice. She had dedicated her entire youth to a man who saw her as nothing more than a piece of furniture that knew its place. How could she have blindly loved such a cruel, controlling monster for so long? The violent shaking in her hands stopped, replaced by a terrifying calm. "I have documented every single abusive directive from this office." She flashed the massive diamond her new fake husband had given her, threatened to burn Bennett's pristine reputation to the ground, and finally walked away.”