Matched to a Billionaire Husband by the DDA

Chapter 6 Signing of the Agreement

Word Count: 736 | Released on: 17/08/2026

unmoving. Journey's mother, Laura, looked from her daughter

, stepping between him and her mother like a lione

ure you she will be well cared for. Legally, we are now a sin

hind Dane's hypercar. Marcus Su

fficials have arrived. They're here to witness

merged from another car, their faces g

s to sign the Compulsory Partnership Agreement and confirm intent to cohabitate. Refusal by either party is con

from Journey's lungs. She had never im

thy. "Ms. Burch, if you were incarcerated, your father's me

. Go with him, or go to pr

fly caught in a spider's web, every

yes unreadable. He was waiti

nd. When they opened, they were cold and lifeless. She

jection on the Compulsory Partnership Agreement, you

ld say the wor

ref

lap. Everyone froze. Journey

Mr. Beaumont, are you awar

l destroy your reputation! It w

g her face. He saw the shock, the confusion, and a flicker of som

at he wan

ther face prison than be tied to her? Did he despis

onic cuffs. "Dane Beaumont, for malicious defiance of

t carrying the force of a tidal wave, "was that I

the stunned off

mething that d

er's hand, swiped past the pages of l

ryone present, he signed his name w

Bea

ooked like he might faint. The

letely catatonic Journey. His voi

rous dark eyes, as if he would crush he

She stared at the bold, arrogant signat

tole a glance at the man, utterly confused. Dane was a staunch lifelong

se gaze, Journey's hand tremble

sealed. From this moment on, she and Dan

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Clara Voss Billionaires

“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.”