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The Billionaire's Disposable Husband

The Billionaire's Disposable Husband

Author: Rabbit
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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1215    |    Released on: 22/08/2025

was hired to help the broken heiress, Jorja Romero, heal after her fiancé left her. In return,

she never got over came back. Overnight, the fragil

ell towards her. I threw my arm out to blo

he rushed to her ex-fiancé, Cale, panicking over a si

e she'd obsessively bought for Cale's tiny red mark. At a party, she took t

ightmares, and being her constant, silent shadow. I thought my devotion might

he stumbled into my room, drunk. She wrapped her

name that destroyed the

missed yo

orn in ice. The next morning, I handed her the divorce papers she

pte

osed to end in two months. Arvi

mansion. He held a cashmere coat, waiting for

ed into his small studio. Arvin was just a scholarship kid from the c

n his hand, then at the portrait he'd paint

r. She won't eat. She won't leave her room. Be her husband, Arvin. For five years. Stay by her

ure or his gratitude. He chose gratitude. He put

s that shimmered under the crystal chandelier. She looked beautiful and alive. For

. A frantic, almost feverish exc

n't fo

aid, her voice a breathle

hest vanished, leav

ight. We're having

hout looking at him, her focus alrea

said. His voice was

ndow, a small, hopeful smile on her lips. Arvin kept his eyes on the roa

g at a corner table. He stood when they approached, handsome and confident, h

ning," Cale said, ign

thed, her hand g

believed they were the center of the universe. A

iage, his decision to come home. Jorja listened, captivated, hanging

his food. He watched them.

of fajitas. As he set it down, his hand slipped, and t

. He put his own arm out, int

back a cry, his jaw clenched tight. The

e waiter stamme

ack, her eyes

annoyed. "

ogies were made. Arvin's arm throbbed, a deep, agonizing

asked, her concern feel

in said through

let out a smal

towards him. "What

ing up his hand. A tiny red mark, the size of a pinp

's hand, inspecting it as if it were a mortal wound. "We n

lding a bag of ice for him. All her attention, all her wor

Cale, her back

was nothing compared to the cold that was spreading through his

d to another man's trivial complain

e liked her bath, the way she took her coffee. He had held her when she h

was n

aiter. He pressed it to his arm. The shoc

ntract was already over. It had

eave. Not in t

Cale, and he made a decisio

papers drafted tomorrow.

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