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My Husband Faked His Death for Love, and I Went with It
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My husband, Hank, is dead. On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash. My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance. My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house. Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer. Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!” She threw a family photo in my face. The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last. It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame. When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.
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Chapter 1
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Three days. That was all the time I had left. Three days before my landlord changed the locks on our apartment. Three days before my brother's medical treatment was postponed again. Three days before everything I'd spent years trying to hold together finally collapsed. I stared at my phone. ₱847.25. That was my entire bank balance. I locked my phone and dropped it onto the tiny coffee-shop table. "This is hopeless." "Talking to your phone won't make you richer." I looked up. Mia sat across from me, pushing a cup of coffee toward me. "You look terrible." "Thank you." "You're welcome." She pulled a folded piece of paper from her handbag. "I found you a job." I unfolded it. PERSONAL ASSISTANT WANTED. Excellent salary. Immediate employment. Discretion required. Interview by invitation only. There was no company name. No website. No detailed description. Just an address. I stared at the salary. My eyes widened. "This can't be real." "Probably not." "Then why are you giving it to me?" "Because you're desperate." I sighed. "That's encouraging." Mia smiled. "Go to the interview." I looked at the address. It was in the richest part of the city. "Tonight?" "Tonight." I should have said no. Instead, I nodded. The address led me to a mansion. Not a house. A mansion. Black gates surrounded the enormous property. Security cameras were mounted along the walls. Several black SUVs sat in the driveway. Men in suits watched every movement. I stood outside the gate wondering whether I should turn around. "This is how people disappear in crime movies." Before I could leave, one of the guards approached. "Ms. Rossi?" I swallowed. "Yes." "Mr. De Luca is expecting you." The gate opened. I walked inside. Every instinct told me to run. But Noah needed his treatment. So I kept walking. Inside, the mansion was even more intimidating. Marble floors. Crystal chandeliers. Dark wood. Expensive paintings. It didn't feel like someone's home. It felt like a fortress. A man in a black suit led me down a hallway. "Who exactly am I meeting?" I asked. "Adrian De Luca." The name sounded familiar. Then it hit me. The De Luca family. I'd heard rumors. Powerful. Dangerous. Untouchable. I stopped. The man looked back. "You don't know who he is?" "I know now." He opened the doors. "He's waiting." I entered. The doors closed behind me. And then I saw him. Adrian De Luca stood beside the window. Black suit. Black hair. Cold eyes. He looked nothing like the terrifying criminal I'd imagined. He looked worse. He looked completely calm. His gaze moved over me. "You are Elena Rossi." "Yes." "You applied for the position of personal assistant." "Yes." "Sit." I sat. He opened a folder. My folder. "You graduated with honors." "Yes." "You've worked four jobs." "Yes." "You have a younger brother." I stiffened. "How do you know that?" "I know everything about people who enter my house." He closed the folder. Then pushed another document toward me. I looked down. My heart stopped. MARRIAGE AGREEMENT. I looked at him. "I'm sorry?" "Read it." "You want me to marry you?" "Yes." I laughed nervously. He didn't. "You can't be serious." "I am." "Why?" "I need a wife." "Then find one." "I already did." He pointed at me. "You." I stood. "Thank you for the interview." "Five million dollars." I stopped. "What?" "Five million dollars." My heart pounded. "For one year." He explained the arrangement. A temporary marriage. Public appearances. Living in his mansion. A perfect performance. At the end of twelve months, I would receive five million dollars. I stared at the contract. "What are the rules?" "No interfering in my business. No talking to the media. You don't leave the city without telling me." "And?" "You sleep in your room." I nodded. "And rule five?" His eyes locked onto mine. "You don't fall in love with me." I almost laughed. "That won't be a problem." I picked up the pen. I signed. Elena Rossi. The moment I finished, the doors burst open. A man rushed inside. "Boss." Adrian stood. "What happened?" "The warehouse was attacked." "How many?" "Three dead. Two injured." I felt sick. "And the woman?" The man hesitated. "She's missing." Adrian's face changed. "The woman who was supposed to marry you," the man continued. I slowly looked at Adrian. He looked at me. Fear flashed in his eyes. "From this moment on," he said, "you don't go anywhere without security." "Why?" His voice dropped. "Because whoever took my intended wife..." He paused. "...will come looking for her replacement." My blood ran cold. I'd signed the contract. And suddenly, five million dollars felt like a death sentence.Dernier chapitre
My Husband Faked His Death for Love, and I Went with It Chapter 8
Claudia bit her lip, her eyes reflecting resentment. “What do you want from me?” I waved my arm. “I don’t want anything from you. I’m just pointing you a way out. The choice is yours.” As Claudia relaxed her tense facial muscles, I carried on the conversation. “Hank lost everything but you. If I can help him turn his life around five years ago, so can you.” Claudia caught on quickly. “What can I do with his spare change? I wouldn’t be coming to you if I could get the money.” “He doesn’t have anything to his name, but his mom owns a house.” An idea came to Claudia. Upon her return, Claudia proposed to Hank about a business venture, asking Judy to put up her house as collateral for a loan. Judy was reluctant at first, but Claudia asserted that she could do better than I, especially with her overseas education. Besides, Hank was eager to prove himself. He promised to pay back everything with interest within a year, finally persuading Judy to give the go-ahead. To t
My Husband Faked His Death for Love, and I Went with It Chapter 7
Holding the medical report in disbelief, Hank grilled Judy, “What’s the meaning of this? Why don’t Lyra and I have the same father?” Judy’s eyes were shifty. “There can only be one reason.” Hank froze. It took a moment for him to regain composure. “It all makes sense now. “Though Dad was bedridden for a long time, he was always cheerful. He lost his appetite the moment he found out about your pregnancy. He was gone months later. It was because you cheated on him!” Livid, Hank slapped Judy on camera. Judy fell to the ground, whimpering. I was hooked on the screen, munching on snacks. In fact, I had known for a long time that Lyra did not share the same father as Hank. I had come across Lyra’s medical lab report by chance. Judy and her husband had type B blood, yet Lyra was type A. I kept the secret for Judy, not wanting to break Hank’s heart. On my mobile screen, Hank grabbed Lyra. “What about you? Did you know? Was that why you were reluctant to do the test with
My Husband Faked His Death for Love, and I Went with It Chapter 6
Hank could brush off my comment, but several of the public took notice. They raised the same doubt. [That’s right. There’s no way that two people share the same birthmark. If you’re Hank, show us your birthmark!][Of all the times you could’ve shown up, why wait until now when the case garners a lot of attention? Is there some conspiracy?][I know this might sound crazy, but I’m thinking of a body double. I’m more curious about who actually died.] Due to my comment, Hank started feeling the heat from the public. I saw my chance and went live, too. The public swarmed into my live stream, requesting that I hop on his stream. I feigned surprise and took up their suggestion. The moment Hank’s face appeared on my mobile screen, I turned on the waterworks. “Babe! Babe, it’s you!” As I cried my eyes out, Hank smiled in delight. “I thought you denied ever knowing me, Rochelle.”I dried my tears and lifted my chin. “You look so much like him. “You’re the closest I’ve seen
My Husband Faked His Death for Love, and I Went with It Chapter 5
With everything in place the next morning, I went live. I talked about how I paid off Hank’s debts, how we built RH’s Table together, our marriage, and his tragic passing on our wedding anniversary. By the end, I was inconsolable, my face pale. The public was touched by our love story. [It has been ten years since my first love got sick and passed away. I’m still not over it. It hurts when I think about it. I understand how she feels.][I can’t imagine her pain. They had been through so much together, only for her to lose him at their best.][I’ve been to RH’s. The food and service were great. Her business needs our support more than ever.]I started trending online alongside Hank, our tragic love story, and business venture. Our past intimate interactions were uncovered and reposted online. Many dropped their condolences on Hank’s social media page. Hank could not leave the house anymore. He was constantly in hiding, too scared to be seen. Claudia could not take it
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