My Fake Husband Is A Secret Billionaire

fingers gripping the cardboard edges of a bakery box. Inside sat a custom red velvet cake.

lt. The lock clicked, a loud, me

rug. The apartment was dark, the blinds pulled tight agai

g. They were careless, kicked off in a hurry. Clara stared at them. He

she he

hoed from down the short hallway

inhale. She slowly placed the cake box on the edge of the kitchen counter.

kers making no sound on the hardwood floor. The bedroom door was le

alms that the skin threatened to break. She peered through the narrow cr

ad a blonde woman pinned against the headb

ions immediately. It was Veronica Thorne. She was the daughter of a major Hollywood producer, a woman who fr

ronica whispered, her tone teasing. "Does

r dead-end extra gig. She's boring, Veronica. She's poor. She has no con

d you see that cheap dress she wore to the mixer last week? It's like she enjoy

as if a jagged piece of glass was twisting into her lungs. She couldn't breathe. The pain was so acute it m

second, replaced by a surge of burning, w

hand and shoved

amming against the drywall

piercing shriek, scrambling backward and pulling

tting the floor. He looked up, his face draini

r is producing my next project! She was highly emotional about a role she ju

hed into her back pocket, pulled

om, capturing a crystal-clear photo of Leo on his knees

Delete that right now, you crazy bitch! Do you know who my father is? I w

e eye. Her voice was completely steady, entirely d

ely and permane

her heel and walked briskly out of the bedroom. She marched down the hallway, g

ront door and let it

es downpour. The sky had cracked open. She pulled her thin denim jacket tight across her chest, wal

needed to undo the last mi

She pulled the heavy door open and

e had made an appointment weeks ago to get a marriage license for her and Le

ra stared out the window, her mind a blank, buzzing void. Eventuall

the cab into the drizzle and began walking up the wide st

chway, seeking shelter f

more than Clara's entire life savings. He exuded a cold, unapproachable aura. His jaw was clenche

feet away, wiping th

don't care what the lawyers say. I need a wife immediately. Today. The family trust requiremen

etting out a harsh brea

cing eyes lock

he acute, burning need for revenge, the desire to do something entirely

e of sight. She lifted her chin bravely,

t to marry