The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it-she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother's trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent-or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father's entire empire.

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"That went well," Dominic said as they sat in the back of another taxi.

Aisha was shaking. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving her cold.

"He's going to come after us," she said. "He'll try to prove the marriage is a sham. He'll investigate you."

"Let him," Dominic said. "He won't find anything." Because I have a team of cyber-security experts erasing my digital footprint as we speak.

"We have to be careful," she said. "We have to live together. Really live together. If he sends a PI..."

"I'm looking forward to it," Dominic said.

Aisha looked at him. "Why are you so calm? My father destroys people for sport."

"Maybe I like sport," he said.

Aisha's phone rang. It was Barry.

She put it on speaker.

"Aisha," Barry's voice was dangerously calm. "I've spoken to the lawyers. The marriage stands. For now."

Aisha let out a breath.

"But," Barry continued. "I need to know who this man is. If he's going to be part of this family, he needs to be vetted. Bring him to the Founder's Dinner next Friday."

Aisha froze. The Founder's Dinner was the most exclusive event of the year. The sharks of Wall Street, the old money families, the press.

"If he embarrasses us," Barry said, "if he holds a fork wrong, if he opens his mouth and sounds like the gutter trash he is... you will annul this marriage. Or I will bury you in litigation until you're eighty."

Click.

Aisha dropped the phone. She buried her face in her hands.

"We're dead," she moaned. "It's a black-tie gala. You... look at you."

She gestured to his leather jacket.

Dominic looked down at himself. "What's wrong with me?"

"You need to know which fork is for salad and which is for fish. You need to know how to discuss emerging markets. You need to know how to tie a bowtie."

Dominic smiled. "I'm a quick learner."

"We have one week," she said, her eyes frantic. "One week to turn you into a gentleman."

" My Fair Lady," Dominic mused. "I always liked that movie."

"This isn't a movie, Dominic! This is my life!"

He reached over and took her hand. His thumb traced the back of her knuckles. The touch sent a jolt of electricity up her arm.

"Aisha," he said softly. "Trust me. I won't let you down."

For the first time in two days, looking into his storm-gray eyes, she believed him.

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Falling Into My Husband's Arms

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Married a CEO to Spite My Ex

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My secret lover is the CEO

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My Wife Sleeps in Every Bed but Mine

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The Billionaire's Lethal Substitute Wife

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Five years ago, my fiancé and my adopted sister framed me, took my family trust, and cut my car's brake lines, leaving me with a shattered body in the freezing rain. Now, struggling as a stunt double to fund my revenge, I risked my life to save a billionaire's trapped son from a locked room. But instead of gratitude, I became the billionaire's prey. Jaidyn Miles, the apex predator of Wall Street, investigated my crippling debts and threw a five-million-dollar contract in my face. "You possess the single most valuable asset in this transaction. Your face." He demanded I dye my hair jet black, wear specific white dresses, and use a bespoke perfume. He wanted me to be the living, breathing doll of his dead wife. I refused to be a billionaire's prop and walked away. But Jaidyn immediately bought the entire movie studio where I had just bled for a life-changing role, threatening to destroy hundreds of jobs and my only chance at a career if I didn't submit. Why was I always just a tool to these wealthy, arrogant men? First a placeholder for a family trust, now a ghost for a dead woman? I grabbed his contract and a pen, my eyes cold. I wouldn't be broken again. "Three months, and you don't interfere with my shooting schedule." I signed my name. I would take his five million, and I would use it to bury the people who ruined my life five years ago.

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