Flash Marriage To My Fake Disabled Husband

Chapter 5

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rs locked, the atmosphere shifted from pathetic to lethal. Donovan threw the cashmere blanket off his lap. He planted his custom leather shoes on the floorboard and stood up, his towering

t the Dillon family, or worse, she was a corporate spy hired by his enemies, using the broken engagement as cover. "Play along," Donovan ordered, his voice like cracking ice. "She wants a bankrupt cripple? Give her one." "Sir?" "Scrub my public profile as the Rothschild CEO. Lock down the Tribeca penthouse. You're going to give me the keys

antial funds needed for Elmira's specialized neuro-care. Anticipating this, Acacia had made a desperate, clandestine arrangement days ago. Through an encrypted channel, she had contacted a dark web broker, a shadowy figure known for liquidating assets under extreme circumstances. She had traded her most valuable, untraceab

Sign here." Donovan picked up the pen. As he brought it to the paper, he intentionally let his wrist tremble violently. The pen scratched against the paper, his signature coming out jagged and weak. Acacia's eyes zeroed in on his shaking hand. A pang of unexpected pity hit her chest. Spinal nerve damage, she diagnosed silently. He's losing motor function. Donovan pushed a thick stack of papers toward her. "The prenup. Total separation of assets. You get nothing if we divorce." Acacia didn't even glance at the clauses. She flipped to the back page and signed her name with swift, fluid strokes. Donovan's eyes narrowed. A gold digger would have fought for a payout. Her quick signature only confirmed his suspicion: she wasn't here for money. She was here for his secrets. "Here," Donovan said, tossing a set of rusty keys onto the counter. "Welcome to your new life." They walked out to the rusty Ford. Liam struggled to fold the heavy wheelchair into the tiny trunk. Acacia sighed, stepping forward. She grabbed Donovan's arm, supporting his weight as she helped him maneuver into the cramped backseat. The moment the car door slammed shut, sealin

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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.”