Flash Marriage To My Fake Disabled Husband

Chapter 8

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AM, Acacia's e

r biological clock. She didn't need an alarm. She ro

idge. With a dull chef's knife, she began slicing. Her cuts were rhythmic, blind

out of the master bedroom, dra

s she plated two perfect sunny-side-up eggs. The yolks were fla

ed. "Where did you le

offee. "The prison food was toxic. I volunteered in the ki

erness he preferred. His suspicion deepened into a dark abyss. Federal prison kit

silence, the air thick wit

abbed her faded trench coat. "I'm going to the Upper East Side

icked shut

She's on the move. Put a shadow team on her. I want to kn

idn't go to the Upper East Side. She walked in

pulled her hood up, and sat at a

connection through seven different proxy servers across East

l in thirty seconds. She accessed Elmira's billing account. Th

mmands, attempting to trace the origin of th

er screen f

med into her connection. Someone with serious go

began writing a localized wo

xecute, her peripheral vision

the aisle had silently swiveled. Its red recording ligh

eamed. She was being hunt

t of the wall socket. The screen went dead. She grabbed her USB drive, kicked

tack of empty crates to block the door, and va

ined operatives kicked open the door of the c

he power cord d

the comms. "Boss... we lost her. She ghosted

sat in his wheelchair. He held a ch

. The ceramic cracked, then shattered, sending hot coffee and sh

ry smile spread

iress. She wasn't just a

become infinitel

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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.”