Married To The Fake Mad Billionaire
I am the illegitimate, mute daughter of the wealthy Owen family, kept hidden in the attic like a shameful secret.
To save his failing company, my father decided to sell me off to a repulsive, predatory investor named Grossman.
At the family dinner, Grossman's sweaty hands roamed my bare legs while my half-sister Kaleigh intentionally spilled red wine on my dress, laughing as she watched me suffer.
When I grabbed a steak knife to defend myself, my father slammed his fist on the table.
"Sit down, or I will cut off the maintenance payments for your mother's grave."
My stepmother and sister sneered, treating me like a piece of meat meant to be sacrificed for their luxury. I was starved, locked away, and treated worse than a stray dog, all while my family paraded their high-society status to the world.
I couldn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or who really ordered the hit that killed my mother twenty years ago. The police reports were buried, and I was entirely powerless, trapped in a house of monsters.
But they didn't know that the night before, I had accidentally stumbled into the secret life of Burleigh Livingston—the ruthless, supposedly paralyzed billionaire who was faking his madness.
When Burleigh suddenly crashed our family dinner and threw a limitless Black Card on the table to outbid Grossman and buy me for the night, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, accepted his twisted deal, and prepared to use the devil himself to tear my family apart.
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Chapter 5
The Owen dining room smelled of roasted lamb and expensive perfume.
Francisqui sat rigid in her chair. The red silk dress clung to her skin like a second layer of sweat.
Mr. Grossman sat directly across from her. He was sweating through his suit. He chewed with his mouth open, his eyes glued to Francisqui's chest.
Kaleigh sat next to Grossman. She held a glass of Merlot. "Oops," Kaleigh said, flicking her wrist.
Red wine splashed across Francisqui's lap, staining the silk.
"Oh no, did my hand slip?" Kaleigh smirked.
Grossman immediately reached across the table. He grabbed a cloth napkin. "Let me help you with that, Francisqui."
His thick, damp hand pressed onto her bare thigh.
Francisqui's stomach violently rejected the contact. She shot out of her chair. Her hand gripped the silver steak knife next to her plate.
Franklin slammed his fist on the table. He glared at her. Sit down. For the family.
Francisqui's lungs tightened. She couldn't breathe. She looked at the door. Where was he?
The heavy dining room doors flew open. The butler stumbled backward, his face drained of color.
"Sir," the butler stammered. "Mr. Livingston is here."
The room went dead silent. Franklin dropped his fork. It clattered against his plate. "Which Livingston?"
"Burleigh."
Vance pushed the custom wheelchair into the room. Burleigh wore a tailored black velvet suit. A cashmere blanket covered his legs. His skin was pale, but the energy radiating from him sucked the oxygen out of the room.
Grossman snatched his hand back from Francisqui's leg as if he had been burned. Every man on Wall Street feared Burleigh Livingston.
Franklin scrambled out of his chair. He forced a sickeningly sweet smile. "Burleigh! What an unexpected honor."
Burleigh ignored him. He didn't look at Franklin. He didn't look at Kaleigh.
His dark eyes locked onto Francisqui. He saw the wine stain. He saw Grossman's sweaty face.
"Am I interrupting a transaction, Owen?" Burleigh's voice was smooth, but it carried a lethal edge.
Francisqui felt a shiver run down her spine. She stared back at him, her face a mask of ice.
Burleigh turned his head toward Franklin. "I hear the Owen Group is bleeding cash. Selling your bastard daughter to plug the holes?"
Franklin wiped sweat from his forehead. "Burleigh, please, this is a family dinner-"
"How much is Grossman paying?" Burleigh asked. He didn't wait for an answer.
Burleigh reached into his jacket. He pulled out a solid metal Centurion Black Card. He tossed it onto the center of the dining table. It landed with a heavy thud.
"I'll double it," Burleigh said. "She's mine tonight."
Kaleigh gasped, her face turning purple with jealousy.
Francisqui's heart hammered against her ribs. This was her opening. She walked to the table. She picked up the Black Card. The metal was cold against her skin.
She walked over to Burleigh's wheelchair. She leaned down. Her lips hovered an inch from his ear.
She opened her mouth. Her throat tightened, the familiar suffocating paralysis clamping down like a vice. She dug her fingernails into her palms, using the sharp, grounding pain to fight the psychological block. Her jaw trembled. A single, agonizingly raspy syllable tore its way up her throat.
"Deal."
She couldn't manage another word. Her chest heaved as she pulled out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. She held it up so only he could see the text: But I don't sleep with clients.
Burleigh's muscles went completely rigid. His pupils dilated. She wasn't entirely mute.
He tilted his head, his face inches from hers. "Fascinating," he murmured. "Let's see what you do instead."
Francisqui grabbed the handles of his wheelchair. She turned him around and pushed him out of the dining room, leaving her family in stunned, humiliating silence.
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He mocked her, calling her a filthy woman who couldn't even wash her lover's marks off before crawling into his house.
Adaline swallowed her pride and endured his cruel humiliation. When June publicly taunted her about the hotel assault, Adaline finally snapped, ending up handcuffed in a freezing police cell.
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"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
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8.9
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But just as we were about to escape, his real girlfriend returned and publicly accused me of faking a pregnancy to trap him.
My fiancé, Drake, didn't hesitate. He called me a disgusting gold-digger and threatened to pull my mother's medical funding to force me into an abortion.
The shock of his cruelty sent my mother into cardiac arrest. She died right there in the hospital.
They demanded I abort a child that could never exist, a lie built to destroy me.
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