Matched to a Billionaire Husband by the DDA

Chapter 5 Confrontation

Word Count: 734 | Released on: 17/08/2026

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body toward the small,

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ropped. They

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deep gray eyes like chips of ice, pinnin

nfrontation a thousand times, but never here

strides eating up the ground between them. Each step se

s height casting a shadow over her. His

r than she'd imagined, a low, velvet

tightening on the strap of her backpack. She forced

eakest, a mocking curve touched his lips. "I came to see my 'legal partner.' To

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gain, the same one from the DDA buildi

her ear she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin,

ribs. She wanted to push him

ead, trying to escape the magnetic pul

't move back. "Tell me how you know about

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past. "Why should I tell you?" she shot ba

closing around her wrist. His grip was

possessive growl, "you're mine now.

against his hold. "Let go of me! You'

optive mother, Laura Burch, stepped out holding a plate

ere wide with worry, fixed on the tall, i

to Laura, his expression shifting into something polit

ands trembled. Dane Be

d resolute, "I am Journey's assigned partner. I've come to co

Journey's mind. Collec

a shield in front of her mot

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“Dumped by my boyfriend for a wealthy heiress and left with exactly $217 in my bank account, I couldn't afford the government's new mandatory Celibacy Tax. With no other choice, I entered the federal partner lottery, only to be matched with Dane Beaumont-the country's most ruthless, anti-marriage billionaire. I desperately tried to annul the match, but his legal team cornered me. They threatened to cut off my dying father's life-saving dialysis and kidney transplant channel if I didn't comply. Forced to accept a one-year sham marriage, I was cornered at a gas station by my ex and his new heiress wife, who publicly mocked me in the freezing rain for being a pathetic gold-digger. "Look at you," my ex sneered. "Like a drowned rat. I'm honestly embarrassed for you." But before the humiliation could completely break me, a warm suit jacket smelling of winter pine was draped over my shivering shoulders. Dane Beaumont, the cold-blooded titan who was supposed to despise this forced union, swept me into his arms and carried me to his hypercar, leaving my ex utterly paralyzed with shock. I didn't understand. Why did this terrifying man, who had the power to send me to federal prison rather than marry a nobody, suddenly choose to protect me? Sitting in my new gilded cage at the Beaumont estate, I looked at the ironclad contract that bound us. I calmly opened an encrypted app and messaged my agent. It was time to wake up my hidden identity as the genius composer "Dusk" and tear down the heiress who thought she had ruined my life. It is a story between vampires and mermaids.”