Mistaken Night With My Paper Husband

Author: rabbi

Chapter 1

Word Count: 653 | Released on: Today at 17:36

her stomach, accompanied b

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

the fog in her brain. She and Cameron Hayes ha

o marry him while he lay se

d come to the hotel to meet her husband face-to-face, intending

and that Cameron Hayes had a powerful background and the

ding her a glass of champa

e pushed the door open and walked in. In the dim room, she saw a man leaning against the headboard, fa

verwhelming heat flared within her. It was then she realized the champagne had been drugged. The

ompletely washed away her remaining reason. In her hazy state, she

iss him. Then, the man had awakened, swiftly reversing their positi

The rhythmic spray of a showe

ne wa

er. She scrambled off the bed, her bare feet hitting the plush carpet. Her legs wer

ered, the word a dry

ric on the floor near an armchair. Her dress. Or what was

io wasn't a scenario

down hard on her lower lip, the familiar pressure a small anchor in the swirling chaos. This was

he door was slightly ajar. Inside, hanging on a hook, was a p

if it were covered in filth. She tore open the plastic and wrapped the clean,

inished, the

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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."”