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 6
The door of the stretched Lincoln Town Car slammed shut. The soundproof glass separated them from the driver.
Francisqui sat on the leather bench opposite Burleigh. She still gripped the Black Card in her hand. Her knuckles were white.
Burleigh stared at her. He tapped his index finger against his knee. "If you are going to be my asset, you need to look the part. Take the card. Buy clothes that don't make you look like a cheap escort."
He pressed the intercom. "Bergdorf Goodman."
When the car pulled up to Fifth Avenue, Burleigh didn't move. "You have two hours," he said.
Francisqui opened the door and stepped onto the pavement. She didn't look back.
Inside the massive department store, Francisqui ignored the evening gowns. She walked straight to the high-end tailoring section. She bought three razor-sharp black suits, silk blouses, and wide-leg trousers that allowed her to run.
She was buying armor.
Next, she walked three blocks down to a specialty antique shop she knew from her auditing days.
She placed the Black Card on the glass counter. "I need the titanium walking cane," she typed on her phone. "The one with the weighted grip."
The shop owner smiled. He handed her a sleek, black cane. Hidden inside was a solid titanium core, designed to shatter bone. "A gift for an older relative?"
Francisqui typed. For an enemy.
While she waited for the transaction to clear, she pulled up a secure banking application. Using the Black Card's infinite limit, she wired a fifty-thousand-dollar retainer to a ghost-operative private investigator in Berlin, attaching a single encrypted file: her mother's autopsy report. The investigation was finally funded.
She walked back to Bergdorf to pick up her tailored suits. As she entered the shoe department, three women blocked her path.
Kaleigh stood in the center, flanked by her friends. She had tracked the location through the family's VIP shopper network.
"Maxing out a cripple's credit card?" Kaleigh sneered. "Is that how you afford these?"
Francisqui was trying on a pair of black stilettos with needle-sharp metal heels. She stood up. She was three inches taller than Kaleigh now.
Kaleigh stepped closer, pointing a finger at Francisqui's chest. "You are nothing but a-"
Francisqui lifted her right foot. She brought the metal stiletto heel down squarely onto Kaleigh's toes with all her body weight.
Kaleigh let out a blood-curdling scream and collapsed to the floor, clutching her foot.
Francisqui pulled out her phone and hit the text-to-speech button.
"Excuse me," the robotic voice said. "The shoes don't fit."
A security guard rushed over. He saw the Black Card in Francisqui's hand. He immediately turned to Kaleigh. "Ma'am, you need to leave. You are disturbing a VIP client."
Francisqui walked out of the store, carrying her bags and the long, rectangular box containing the cane.
She got back into the Lincoln. She set the bags down.
Burleigh looked at the sharp suits and the long box. He raised an eyebrow. "Interesting taste. Are you going to war?"
Francisqui typed on her phone. I have to dress for the madness.
Burleigh let out a sharp laugh. He leaned forward, grabbing her chin with his large hand. His grip was bruising.
"Remember," Burleigh whispered, his breath warm against her lips. "This card comes with a price. Tomorrow night, I expect a return on my investment."
Francisqui stared into his dark eyes. She gripped the box with the titanium cane. She was ready to give him exactly what he deserved.
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Now addicted to Kael's brutal touch and filthy promises, the once-innocent bride becomes his secret slut, sneaking creampies in limos, riding him at galas, and begging to be bred while her husband sleeps nearby.
Kael won't stop until he destroys Silas and fills Liora's womb with his child.
She was supposed to be the perfect wife... now she's the shameless breeding whore who belongs only to him.
7.1
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He brought back Gamma Brenna and a Royal Decree, coldly announcing she would be his "Co-Luna."
His family, who survived entirely on my wealth, immediately turned on me. They mocked me for being a wolfless orphan since my father and brothers were slaughtered defending the kingdom.
"You're just a fragile woman who belongs hidden away," Justin told me.
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They had no idea I had already visited the Alpha King.
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9.0
To save her dying mother, Adaline walked into the Waldorf Astoria to deliver a shirt to her fiancé.
She didn't know her stepsister, June, had swapped her keycard. Adaline stumbled into a pitch-black suite and was brutally assaulted by a stranger in the dark.
The nightmare didn't end there. June paid off the only bone marrow donor for Adaline's mother to flee the city, and stole Adaline's fiancé. Bankrupt and desperate, Adaline was forced to sell herself into a loveless marriage with the ruthless billionaire Ferris Finch just to secure a medical team.
But when Ferris saw the dark, violent bruises covering her body, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
"You make me sick. Pack up your cheap tricks."
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.
She thought she was completely out of moves, waiting to rot in prison while her new husband despised her.
But back at the estate, Ferris had just pulled the hotel's security footage.
Staring at the screen, the arrogant billionaire's face turned completely ashen.
He finally realized that the innocent woman he had destroyed in the dark that night, and the wife he was currently torturing, were the exact same person.
7.9
Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry.
On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse.
It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries.
At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her.
"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system.
At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash.
Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions.
But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite.
Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger?
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He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire.
Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke.
"I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."
8.9
I sold three years of my life to a billionaire to save my mother. I was his pretend fiancée, a stand-in for his ex, counting down the days until the contract ended and we could finally be free.
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.
But they didn't know my secret. After my mother' s death, I finally told him the truth that shattered his world: I was born without a uterus. And with her last letter in my hand, I walked away from him forever.