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The Billionaire's Secret Paper Wife

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 648    |    Released on: 09/05/2026

open the heavy oak doors of he

free

kirts are gone. The can

esigner dresses, tailored suits, and silk blouses. Below th

Her chest heaves with

droom. She finds Reginald in the downstair

Chantal demands, her v

nstructions to dispose of your previous wardrobe, ma'a

into her palms. He is treating her like a doll

the stairs, fully intending t

, raises her fist to pou

maintain a public image b

ver her. She turns around, walks back to her room, and pulls

fades into the monotonous, suffoc

complete isolation. They live like ghosts in the same house. They commu

y evening in

mina Jewelry, rubbing her aching templ

rely makes a sound, vibrates

screen. The caller

She picks up the phone a

Wear the red dress. We h

omach twists into a tight knot. A p

clock on the wa

the contracts into her drawer, grabs

er East Side. The tires of her Honda Civ

the closet. She finds it pushed to the back. A dark red vel

work clothes and

lings to every curve of her body like a second s

cover her bare shoulders, but

ing, ma'am," Reg

her hair up, swipes a bold red lipstick across

d gets into the back of

mind races, trying to calculate what kind of crisis re

The brilliant, glowing lights o

eath, her lungs fighting against the tight corset

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The Billionaire's Secret Paper Wife
The Billionaire's Secret Paper Wife
“Chantal Lewis's family legacy was twenty-four hours away from a fifty-million-dollar foreclosure. Desperate to save her parents, she sold her soul, offering herself as a paper wife to Dell Valdez, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire needing a quick PR fix. But Dell didn't just buy her; he trapped her in a living nightmare. He forced her into a brutal three-year repayment plan she could never afford, treated her like a disposable prop, and deliberately leaked a scandalous paparazzi photo to destroy her hard-earned professional credibility. Worst of all, the first time his calloused hand touched hers, a violent, terrifying flashback assaulted her brain. The scorching heat of his palms and the distinct, dark scent of his cedarwood cologne perfectly matched the repressed memory of a pitch-black room where she was pinned to a mattress against her will. Chantal didn't understand why her cold-blooded fake husband felt exactly like the monster from her unspoken trauma. She understood even less why, after months of ignoring her, he was suddenly acting violently jealous and possessive when she merely smiled at another man! Why did his scent match her attacker, and what was he truly planning? Furious, she called him to threaten a divorce, only for his voice to drop into a lethal whisper. "Try it. See what happens." Before she could process his deadly threat, her office phone rang. "Ms. Lewis," her receptionist trembled. "Your brother is in the lobby. He owes money to some very bad people, and they are coming here right now."”