Mistaken Night With My Paper Husband

Author: rabbi

Chapter 1 A Misguided Night in the Presidential Suite

Word Count: 800 | Released on: 29/06/2026

companied by an intense, full-body ache tha

rge for her. The collar gaped open, and in the dim morning light, sh

skull. She pried her eyes open, the lavish silk of a pil

er, and the contents of her stomach threatened to rise. As the fog in h

and disjointed, pierce

been in a nominal marriage for four years and the man was still alive, she ought to mee

ICU, and they had never met. Her visit to the hotel yesterday wasn't out of submission to her adoptive fath

rehand that Cameron Hayes had a powerful background and the Galloway family absolutely

ding her a glass of champa

her throbbing temples. Her cheeks were burning, her mind in turmoil, a

ought was her husband's room. When no one answered, feeling nervous an

faint yellow glow of a bedside lamp, she saw a

y struck with profound shock. The warm light traced his exquisi

ays thought of as a short-lived invalid, had not o

kind of terrifyingly deep background this frail ma

ually pale, and he exuded a shattered yet dangerously captivating aura that was incredib

the intense heat within her body flared completely out of control. It was then she rea

dibly fast, making her entire body burn and her limbs too heavy to escape. Her gaze w

rabbing her wrist. The potent drug completely erupted, surging madly throu

eason and struggling to break free, but the sleeping man's g

o his chest. Her senses were magnified infinitely; she could clearly hear their in

hazy mind: Four years ago, I was forced to marry him. Now, having him

tirely dominated by the drug. She actively clung to him, taking

sing their positions and pinning her down. They had

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“I was the adopted daughter of the Galloway family, bound by a four-year paper marriage to a sickly heir just to secure their wealth. To ensure I fulfilled my "duty," my adoptive father drugged my champagne and sent me to a hotel room. But I stumbled into the wrong presidential suite and woke up in the bed of a terrifyingly powerful stranger. I fled in panic, leaving behind my diamond earring as a humiliating "payment" for his trouble. When I dragged myself home, my adoptive family didn't care about my trauma. They only screamed at me for ruining their payout. "I was just ensuring everything went smoothly! How was I to know you'd be so useless!" Looking at their greedy, furious faces, I finally realized I was nothing but livestock to them. I severed all ties, reclaimed my real name, Clara Ross, and walked out to start my new life as an elite child psychologist. My only goal was to find the truth about my newborn baby, who the hospital claimed had died five years ago. But on my first day at the prestigious Aurelian Institute, I was assigned a highly sensitive case. The patient was a five-year-old mute boy who had my exact, unmistakable ice-blue eyes. And his father was Julian Sterling-the ruthless billionaire from the hotel room, and the true identity of my paper husband. Seeing the boy's governess raise a ruler to strike him, I stepped into the room with ice in my veins. "I am his new doctor, and you are done here."”