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he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

A second later, the call ended. I dressed up and went to meet the lawyer. We talked through the divorce process, and he told me it'd take about two days to prepare the paperwork. I thanked him again for keeping everything discreet. Because if Matthew found out before I was ready...I didn't even want to think about what he'd do. But there was still one massive problem. Money. Funny, isn't it? I was married to a fucking billionaire... And my personal savings didn't even add up to five thousand dollars.

By the time Lena left the studio, the damage had already spread. Her phone would not stop vibrating. Messages stacked on top of each other. Missed calls from board members. From her assistant. From numbers she did not even recognize. Notifications from news platforms. From gossip blogs. From financial analysts suddenly interested in her personal life. CEO of King’s Enterprises Exposed. Secret Marriage to Billionaire businessman Julian Black. Public Meltdown at Magazine Shoot. Lena did not open any of it.

She was walking home when she saw it. A newsstand on Princes Street. The Financial Times front page, set face-out in the display rack. Lewis's face. His jaw tight, eyes distant, that photograph they always used — the one from the Singapore announcement, when he'd looked like a man who owned the world. The headline above it: STERLING IN CRISIS: CEO'S WIFE VANISHES Sources close to Lewis Sterling confirm the billionaire's wife, Yessica Sterling, left their New York penthouse without warning three weeks ago. Sterling has declined all comment, but insiders suggest—

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

“I’m genuinely serious about the deal. My grandfather demands that I marry within thirty days, or I lose Blackwood Industries to my corrupt brother, Williams.” The name hit me like a slap on my face. Williams. I had heard rumors about him very cold, greedy. And also The most ruthless of the Blackwood family. Xavier continued, “The offer is very simple. Three million dollars to be my wife. Strictly a business deal. No feelings. No attachment. Just a signature. Fourteen months. Then we part ways.” “Why me?” I asked directly, my voice cracking. “You were chosen because you have no ties to anyone powerful or dangerous,” he replied. “And you have no interest in my money. Those qualities make you

Complete, ringing silence. Then a laugh bursts out of me, harsh and loud in the empty room. It's not a happy sound. It's triumphant, greedy, vicious. A billionaire. My mousy little wife, the one who could barely look me in the eye, is a fucking billionaire. And she hid it from me. All those years. The jealousy evaporates, replaced by a blazing, glorious greed. This changes everything. She's not just my wife. She's my fortune. The man on the phone is still talking. "...means if we target the company, we're targeting her assets directly. It's a much bigger lever against Sotheby. He married her for her money, obviously. Ruin that, and you ruin him."

I can’t even cry, the tears stay trapped, burning behind my eyes, refusing to fall and what finally pulls me back is Anastasia’s voice. She’s talking now, excited, animated going on about what it feels like to be married to the biggest and youngest billionaire in the world. Her voice grates against my ears and every word feels like a jab. A reminder and mockery, that’s when I’ve had enough, I grab the remote and turn off the TV abruptly, the room plunging back into silence. The silence is heavy but it’s better than having to endure that and I lean back in my chair, staring at nothing.

I took steady breaths in, I should be able to handle this, I need to act fast before it escalates…. The next headlines that popped up immediately left me breathless… 'CHEATING SCANDAL: BILLIONAIRE IMPREGNATES MISTRESS WHILE MARRIED' 'ELARA THORNE HUMILIATED AS HUSBAND STARTS NEW FAMILY' 'THE MOST EMBARRASSING CELEBRITY BETRAYAL OF THE YEAR' What in the world did I just read??? The comments were worse. “He never loved his wife.” “Imagine finding out this way.”

“Oh madam, the wedding was just the start. The budget barely touched that. The gala’s where it all happens with glamour. It’s going to be stunning.” I sighed, rubbing my temples, my whole body screaming for a break. “Elise, I’m wiped out. I didn’t sign up for a marathon. I never thought being a billionaire’s wife would mean this much running around.” She gave me a knowing look, her smile turning a little playful. “Trust me, half the women out there would kill to be in your shoes, married to Damon Langford. You’re living a dream.”