My Fake Bankrupt Husband Is A Tycoon

Chapter 2

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ng seamlessly into the heavy Philadelphia traffic. I watch in th

A long, shaky breath escapes my l

l and uses the other to pull a clean tissue from the console. He

g the sweat from my forehead. "My mother... she was

t keeps his eyes on the road. "Disgusting

reet from City Hall. The massive stone b

ss my face. As we cross the busy street, a delivery

ch o

my shoulders. He yanks

past, missing

t radiating from his body seeps through my thin coat. I can smell that c

my touch burned him. He rubs his thumb against

says, his voice d

u is crowded with couples holding hands and kissing. Ethan an

d Agnes hands us a

he writes Financial Analyst. It makes sense. He drives a Ford, wears a plain s

"That will be thirty-five

y canvas bag, searching

plain, standard-issue credit card

" I insist, pulling

ce," he says, his tone le

judge can see you now for th

ach drops. "Rings

gonizing. Agnes

a plastic pull-ring from a water bottle he bought

and. His fingers are warm and sligh

e dropping an octave, sounding incredi

ring onto my bare fing

ying flutter in my chest. I stammer thr

he bride," the

ups my face with both hands. His thumbs rest gen

yes, my brea

strategically placed right over my mouth. His warm breath

ps. Agnes hands us the marri

air instantly shatters the illusion

ghtly. "I'll meet you here tomorrow at

w," Etha

quickly toward t

pears into the crowd, he reaches into his pocket

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“I was trapped in a greasy diner by my own mother. She was forcing me to marry my abusive cousin because he had paid her twenty thousand dollars. To escape, I used a contract marriage app and begged a complete stranger to marry me at City Hall that very day. Ethan drove a cheap Ford and wore a plain suit. I thought he was just an ordinary guy needing a fake wife. When my mother found out, she brought thugs to destroy my flower shop-my only home and livelihood. To protect Ethan from her endless extortion, I shielded him and screamed that he was bankrupt and drowning in credit card debt. My mother fled in disgust, and Ethan took me into his apartment for the night. But out of trauma and habit, I locked my bedroom door, muttering that he must be old and desperate. He stormed out into the freezing night, leaving me terrified that I had ruined my only lifeline. I didn't understand why he was so furiously offended, completely unaware that my "broke" husband was actually the most ruthless billionaire in New York, and I had just trampled his massive ego. The next morning, his face was a mask of ice as he dragged me back to City Hall to annul the marriage and get rid of me. "Annulment. Now," he demanded. But the clerk just popped her gum and slid a pink paper across the counter. "State law changed. Mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period."”