Married To The Fake Mad Billionaire

Chapter 2

Word Count: 726 | Released on: 12/05/2026

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mpled check in her hand. The cab pulled up to the w

guard at the gate booth took one look at her oversized men's shirt and bare

d open the heavy

yer!" Kaleigh's voice ech

r phone on a ring-light tripod. She wore a custom Chanel

lked right in

d her mouth. The live chat on the screen exploded with comments

the end broadcast button. Her f

gh screamed. "You just r

. She walked past her,

id a homeless person wander in? We seriously need to upgrade the estate security." She casually tipped her

ipping with venomous superiority. "Dad has been loo

stepped over the puddle of water, her

r emptiness in Francisqui's gaze, but she quickly recovered and

flew open. Franklin and

r arms around her daughter. "Oh my

pensive cuffs. He looked at Francisqui with pure hatred. "Where

et. Her thumbs moved with mechanical spee

dog," the robotic S

hat kind of dog leaves you in a men's dres

gain. She pulled up a scanned photograph. She turne

sitting on a wealthy man's lap at a shady undergr

t dare physically touch Francisqui, but her voi

ack, slipping the ph

curity! Get her out o

ck bulged. He cared about one thing: the fa

e mute to her room. Lock the door.

y the shoulders. She didn't fight them

Kaleigh. Francisqui

Climbe

to the marble floor in a fake swoon to draw her mother's att

o the tiny attic bedroom and loc

. She reached into the pocket of the damp silk s

loorboard under her bed. She pulled out her dead mother's diary.

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“I am the illegitimate, mute daughter of the wealthy Owen family, kept hidden in the attic like a shameful secret. To save his failing company, my father decided to sell me off to a repulsive, predatory investor named Grossman. At the family dinner, Grossman's sweaty hands roamed my bare legs while my half-sister Kaleigh intentionally spilled red wine on my dress, laughing as she watched me suffer. When I grabbed a steak knife to defend myself, my father slammed his fist on the table. "Sit down, or I will cut off the maintenance payments for your mother's grave." My stepmother and sister sneered, treating me like a piece of meat meant to be sacrificed for their luxury. I was starved, locked away, and treated worse than a stray dog, all while my family paraded their high-society status to the world. I couldn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or who really ordered the hit that killed my mother twenty years ago. The police reports were buried, and I was entirely powerless, trapped in a house of monsters. But they didn't know that the night before, I had accidentally stumbled into the secret life of Burleigh Livingston-the ruthless, supposedly paralyzed billionaire who was faking his madness. When Burleigh suddenly crashed our family dinner and threw a limitless Black Card on the table to outbid Grossman and buy me for the night, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, accepted his twisted deal, and prepared to use the devil himself to tear my family apart.”