The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife

that smelled like stale urine and despair. I ran my thumb over the frayed edge of the paper. One way. No return.

. I had bought it at Walmart three days ago, along with the canvas shoes that were already pinc

rough the grime-streaked window, I saw it. A sleek, black Mercedes idling among the rusted sedans

t least, the man who signed

only a few distinct items buried at the bottom. I stepped off the bus, letting my shoulders slump f

next to the passenger window, looking like a lost dog waiting for a scrap. The window

e was flat. "Don't touch anything wi

scuff the beige leather. I slid into the seat, making myself small, pressing my knees together. The ai

debt. He just merged into traffic, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror eve

r the manicured, emerald-green lawns of the Hamptons. The transition was violent. One min

as standing on the front porch, directing a team of movers who were hauling Louis Vuitt

he said. "And try not to speak un

ers long enough to look at me. Her nose wrinkled. It was a visceral

rank, pointing a manicure

the best we could

e stone. She circled me, like a butcher inspecting a s

e, probably,

crack just enough to sound pathetic. "I

on sun, holding a glass of green juice. She looked like a princess in a tower, if the tower w

p of her juice. "Well, at least she's the right size. If she keeps

with light, but the air was thick with tension. I could

stack of papers. "You are going to do exactly what we tell you. You

bled. I made sure they saw the t

d. She said it like she was sentenci

breath hitch in my throat. Julian Sterling. The name was a gh

crazy," I stammered. "

locked in the west wing of his daddy's mansion. And you are going to be his wife. Because if you don't, we lose every

pers to my chest. "Please," I w

e picked up a dress from a pile on the chair and threw it at me. It was old, the lac

ing room, the clinking of silverware on china echoin

. A cold sandwich and a glass of tap water.

aid softly. "You'll

y, grateful smile.

losing the door behind her to block out the

icked shut, the trembl

My eyes, which had been wide and fearful, narrowe

vement, I pried up the inner sole. Beneath the cheap foam wa

y pocket-the one Frank had looked at w

A single line of code scrolled

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flew across

targets are hostile but incom

it

yla screaming about a broken n

d placed it back in my shoe. I picked up the sa

ng in the distance. They thought they were sending a lamb to the s