The Billionaire's Secret Paper Wife

nk feels like a physical wei

ed letters printed across the top of the page. Notice of Intent to Foreclose.

air in the car suddenly

d crushes the thick paper into a tight ball. She sh

violently before settling into a loud, uneven hum. She pulls out into the aggressive

n her pocket. She pulls it out and checks the location sharing a

eezing November wind hits her, whipping the hem

café, but a movement in the narrow, shad

It is a deep, famil

walking. Her

She steps closer to the red brick wall, her ch

friend of three years, has a blonde woman pinned against the brick wall.

nstantly. It is Brandi, a girl

e sheer disgust temporarily overrides the crus

phone from her pocket, raises it, a

he presses the capture button t

hree blinding bursts of white light explode in the narrow spa

ump apart as if s

o cover her face. She scrambles to

he moment he registers that it is Chantal standing there, the f

covered and squeezes past Chantal, running ou

a slow, menacing step toward Chan

des the phone deep into her coat pocket. Sh

d. He lets out a h

closer. "You think you have the moral high ground? Everyo

. Her nails dig into t

ds out like poison. "You can't eve

not let him see the way her hea

e minutes," Chantal says. Her voice is flat,

He curses loudly, turns around, and kicks a metal trash can. The lou

ump. She closes her eyes and leans back against the c

ibrating violently

ut. It is her

he can even say hello, her mother'

final ultimatum arrived! They said if they do not see the money today, they

ogether so hard she tastes

voice is steady, a complete lie. "I will ha

ne before her mother

e alley. She walks straight t

route back to her office and types in a new desti

eech against the asphalt. She drives straigh