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Kicked Out: Marrying The Secret Billionaire

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 820    |    Released on: 11/06/2026

he owned-a simple navy blue cotton dress that was starting to feel a little snug. Th

n-down shirt and dark trousers. He looked less like a groom and mo

their joy a stark contrast to the cold, empty space between Esther and Christopher. While waiting in line, she saw a young

e movement bu

e counter. The clerk, a woman with a bored expressi

an to be your lawfu

r said, her v

oman to be your law

r replied, his voi

to sign. Just as Esther picked

question in his eyes. The cle

from the day before. She unfolded it on the counter. "I want to

unding. "I want it in writing that while the property will remain in your name

ed. It wasn't much, but it was something. A tiny piece of se

eep and complex, and for the first time, she felt truly seen by him

to the bottom of their agreement in neat, precise handwri

seemed to soften slig

e. The document felt heavy in Esther's h

bright and jarring. Esth

the address," he said, along with a slip of

a normal-looking res

The question slipped out

tonight," he said smoothly. "I won

of relief. She wasn't ready to

ped the driver put her suitcase in the trunk. Then he simply

brick apartment building. It was clean but showed its age. She found the

ersonal touches. A plain gray sofa, a cheap-looking coffee table, a small dining set.

lked into the smaller of the two. This would be her

o the empty dresser drawers. She was trying to impose a small piece of hers

oom. The emptiness of the apartment pressed in on her. She wa

ound her middle, her ha

little one," she whis

dow. Christopher did not come home. The apartment re

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Kicked Out: Marrying The Secret Billionaire
Kicked Out: Marrying The Secret Billionaire
“I placed the 12-week ultrasound report on the coffee table, hoping for a shred of support from my family. Instead, my mother snatched my wallet, stole my last hundred dollars, and kicked me out into a freezing thunderstorm. "There's no place for you or your bastard child here. Get out!" With nowhere to go, I tracked down the baby's father-a hotel concierge named Christopher. To my shock, he proposed a cold, seven-month marriage of convenience to get his family off his back. I signed the contract, trading my freedom for a safe roof over my baby's head. But the nightmare didn't end. My mother tracked down my new workplace, extorted my entire life savings, and caused a massive public scene. When Christopher found out, his eyes turned to ice. He didn't offer comfort. Instead, he delivered a devastating ultimatum. "If you cannot demonstrate that you are capable of protecting this child from your family, I will seek sole custody." I was stripped of everything, terrified, and suffocating. Why was my own mother a bloodsucking monster? And how could I fight a cold, calculating stranger who had the power to take my baby away from me in an instant? Looking at my tear-streaked face in the mirror, I wiped my eyes. I was done being a weak, frightened girl. For my baby, I was going to become a fortress.”