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The Secretary's Fake Rockstar Husband

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 790    |    Released on: Today at 14:39

ffice. The massive room was packed with people. The air was lou

g the crowd. They pulled a paper ticket from the dispe

ran in, panting heavily. He was clutching a cheap

The parking meters around here are a literal rob

shoved them into Cora's hands. "Standard procedure," Simon said, h

e core message was clear: complete separation of assets. In the event of a divorce, the wife had zer

ht knot in her stomach finally loosened. This proved Callum wasn't a con artist trying

he pulled a cheap ballpoint pen from her p

is eyes narrowing as he stared at her signature. He looked g

e, and let out a massive sigh of relief, hugging the

ic voice echoed from

ood up. "

A middle-aged clerk with a deeply bor

r's license. Callum slid a slightly

rd. She didn't look up. "Marriage license

meticulously prepared for this exact charade. He pulled it out, opening it with a perfectly calculated look

allum with wide, panicked eyes, terrified that the clerk would somehow see through the elaborat

chagrin cross his handsome face. He patted his front jeans pockets, digging around awkward

ils against the desk. The couple in

, incredibly charming smile. "I left my othe

lingering doubt she had vanished completely. No m

out her debit card, and slid it

eceipt, and shoved a thin piece of pap

. It felt weightless, yet it was th

st royalty check clears, I promise I'll

e laugh. It was the first tim

ce behind the cardboard folder, looking li

d a hallway. "Ceremony room i

hot, his fingers wrapping firmly around hers. The ph

t she didn't pull away. She le

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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.”