The Billionaire's Secret Paper Wife

Chapter 6

Word Count: 653 | Released on: 09/05/2026

sharp, but it does nothing to cool the su

ck coat tighter around her shoulders. She scans the crowd

heavy hand clamps

ing. She whips her head around and cr

vastatingly dangerous. His dark eyes lock onto hers,

outh hovering just a

" Dell orders, his voi

s hand on her waist. She hates the sudden heat radiating from his

jerks her flush against his body, eliminat

t her ear. "Unless you wa

he forces the corners of her mouth up into a rig

shadows across the street, three r

e flashes. A dark, satisfie

ound her waist and guides her tow

falls open, exposing her bare leg to the free

. He subtly shifts his body, blocking

e, glittering lobby. The

at. The dress dips low in the back, e

his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He quickly ta

are skin of her lower back.

r. The doors slide shut, sealing

with the scent of his cologne. Cedarwood,

her brain like

his time it is violent and vivid. The smell of that exact cologne mixed

ing. She presses her back against the elevator w

Dell asks, his voice sharp

memory back into the dark corners of her mind.

aps, her voice tr

The doors open to th

ns back into a mask of

," Dell says, his voice cold. "S

antal spits back, the v

nto a dark smirk. He

and around his bicep, and walks toward t

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“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."”