Mistaken Night With My Paper Husband

Chapter 6

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y paperweight off his desk. It exploded against the hardwood floor. Monica, his

e study, her expression a perfect mask o

, her voice soft and soothing. "She's no

ne gulp. His breathing was ragged. "That viper! Afte

feigning innocent curiosity. "Daddy, I couldn't find a single trace of this Came

sighed. "His background is completely erased from the internet because his faction's

r family business suffered a disastrous defeat. We were

ed, her post

mysterious person sh

d their severely ill young master, they would solve all our financial problems. They even

you had never even met. You are our precious biological daughter, Keira. We couldn't bear t

omic crisis was instantly resolved," Richard added, shudder

l assumed Cameron Hayes had already died of his illness. But out of nowhere, he c

. "What exactly is his plan, Richard? D

l the marriage, everything is easily solved. But if he intends to maintain this marriage, sooner or later he will find out that

ling! Even if Cameron Hayes is rich and powerful, he can't possibly compare to Julian.

's hand to soothe her. "Don't worry, Keira. Even if they

up in her heart. A man who hid in the shadows for years was likely hideou

grew up stealing her identity, marrying a

ian Sterling. She knew Julian's son was enr

he could get close to the boy... if sh

needed her grandmother, Agnes Galloway. Since Agnes lived with them, Monica sugges

er in the living room, "could you please help arrang

someone to go in," she said, her tone strict. "You should focus on doing one thing

"I can perfectly coordinate the schedules for bo

r her daughter, but Agnes Galloway s

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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."”