Flash Marriage To My Fake Disabled Husband

Chapter 4

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sat in the leather armchair, casually flipping through the Financial Times. "I almost died on that wet pavement, Donovan," Theodore rasped, his voice trembling with practiced frailty. "And

ing off the alarm. "Fine. You win. What do you want?" Theodore's 'pain' vanished instantly. He reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a slightly crumpled photograph. "An old friend's granddaughter," Theodore said, shoving the photo into Donovan's hand. "Clean background. Knows a bit of medicine. Quiet. Perfect for the trust fund requirements." Donovan looked at

0. Rothschild heir. Paraplegic (spinal cord injury). Bankrupt. Requires immediate contract wife to satisfy stringent family trust conditions. Compensation: Full payment of any outstanding medical debts for the bride's family. Acacia's

the wheelchair, noting his pale complexion and the thick blanket covering his legs. Donovan's dark, predatory eyes locked onto her face. He didn't recognize the mouse from the photo. But as his gaze slid down her throat, it stopped dead. Just below her collarbone, peeking out from the collar of her trench coat, was a dark, purple bruise. A hickey. Donovan's thumb dug into the armrest of his wheelchair. He had sucked that bruise into her skin while pinning her against the velvet wall. A cold, cruel sneer touched Donovan's lips. So, the little assassin who left him a quarter was now playing the role of a desperate bride. Acacia forced her breathing to slow. Her heart sank slightly as she assessed his condition, her mind racing to formulate the best approach. She needed to play this perfectly. She had to act like a desperate woman who only cared about the money, keeping her true capabilities completely hidden. She forced a stiff, awkward smile and extended her hand. "Hello. I'm Acacia Dillon. I'm here for the contract marriage." Donovan stared at her hand. He didn't take it. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "Are you sure you're just here for a marriage, Miss Dillon?" Acacia's heart slammed against her ribs. She pulled her hand back, feigning embar

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“I spent five years in a federal prison. The day I was released, my ex-fiancé's new lover threw a hundred-dollar bill into an icy puddle. "Wash the prison stench off before you crawl back to the gutters." But her mockery was the least of my problems. My adoptive family immediately cut off my dying mother's life support. They gave me a brutal ultimatum: forfeit my inheritance and marry a stranger within three days, or they would pull the plug at midnight. Desperate to pay the hospital bills, I accepted a dark web contract marriage with a bankrupt, paralyzed man. I moved into his rat-infested Brooklyn apartment. I pawned my only antique necklace to buy him warm clothes, cooked his meals, and even took a job as a maid to pay off his mounting debts. I thought we were just two broken people trying to survive at rock bottom. But I started noticing terrifying inconsistencies. Why did his scent exactly match the suffocating, powerful stranger who pinned me to a bed in a pitch-black hotel room just days ago? And why did my new employer's fortified Hamptons estate have military-grade thermal cameras hidden in the trees? I thought I was carefully hiding my past as a trained killer to protect a helpless cripple. I didn't know my "bankrupt" husband was actually the billionaire owner of that estate, sitting in his control room, watching my every move on the security cameras.”