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Flash Marriage To My Secret Billionaire

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 1069    |    Released on: Today at 14:17

it belonged to another planet. Finley watched the gritty streets of Queens give

ng streetlights. The man who had twisted her stepbrother's wrist and the man who had gently placed a

and pulling up in front of a respectable-looking brick apartment

nd retrieved her suitcase, placing it on the curb. He got

make a desperate leap of logic. He must have rented it. Or borrowed it. Just for to

on said, leading h

e unlocked the door and pushed it open,

d inside a

gs, large windows, and gleaming hardwood fl

ble. The kitchen, visible through an open doorway, was a pristine expanse of s

brow furrowed in confus

"No. I just rented it. My old lease was up,

personality. And it did something more. It made him seem incredibly thoughtful.

th washing away her confusion.

hat's the master bedroom. It's yours. It has its own bathroom." He the

s offering her the main bedroom, the comfortable bed, while he took a cot. It was another gesture of such profound decency that it left her s

weakly. "It's your apartment.

tone leaving no room for argument. "You need

ther. She was too ti

is voice gentle. "Relax. I'll order so

ling numb. "Anything is

nk slate. She stood under the hot spray of the shower for a long time, letting the water was

ound a pizza box and a container of salad on the coffee table. Garrison was

e said, pushing the bag toward her.

things. He had thought of everything. They ate in silence, sitting on the floor of their empty new home. It shoul

finally, her voice s

serious. "You're my wife, Finl

contract, part of the deal. But the way he said it, with such s

m to the kitchen. "You should get some sleep," he said.

nd retreated

large, comfortable bed. The sheets smelled clean, like sunshine and cotton. For the first time

d, his hands laced behind his head. He listened until he could

ut his phone. He sent a

arthy. I want to know every debt he has, every corner

ll he could see was Finley's face, pale and de

s the silent, empty apartment, a wall separating them, it was clear that the

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Flash Marriage To My Secret Billionaire
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“Finley's stepfather gave her a sickening ultimatum: marry her predatory stepbrother Shane tonight, or he would throw her fragile mother out on the street. To escape this hell, she used a matchmaking agency and hastily married a complete stranger. Garrison Strickland claimed to be an ordinary data analyst making $95,000 a year, driving a beat-up Honda Civic, and needing a wife in name only. They got their marriage license at City Hall that very afternoon. But when Finley returned home to pack her bags and threw the certificate on the table, her family just laughed. Dozier ordered Shane to drag her into the bedroom to "teach her a lesson" and trap her forever. "Come on, little sister," Shane crooned, lunging at her. "Don't fight it." Finley's own mother just stared at the floor, blaming Finley for ruining the family, watching blindly as Shane cornered her. Terrified and desperate, Finley smashed an ashtray over Shane's head and frantically dialed her new husband's number. Shane snatched the phone, mocking the "imaginary husband" before the line went dead. Finley felt a bottomless despair. Garrison was just a normal guy; he would never risk his life against her violent family. She was completely on her own, waiting for the end. Suddenly, deafening bangs echoed through the house, and Garrison stepped into the living room radiating a cold, terrifying fury. This supposedly "frugal data analyst" effortlessly snapped Shane's wrist, leveled a ruthless death threat that made Dozier tremble, and whisked Finley away in a waiting Bentley. Looking at the powerful man beside her, Finley's heart raced: just who exactly had she married today?”