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I only went to Vegas to strike a backdoor deal for my ragtag e-sports team. Using my twin's ID to bypass my unjust league ban, I played the bubbly, airheaded tourist to score a cheap warehouse lease from a grumpy maintenance guy. One bottle of radioactive-looking tequila later, I woke up with a pounding headache, a rescue ferret named Glitch, and a Vegas marriage certificate to Renzo - the supposedly broke handyman. Oops. But honestly? A doting husband with a toolbelt is exactly what my underdog team needs. While I secretly mastermind our rise to the pro-leagues behind a cheerful ditz persona, Renzo fixes the plumbing and cooks me breakfast. It’s a bittersweet, unspoken love; I’m terrified he’ll leave when he realizes I’m a disgraced gamer dragging him into my mess. Then my arrogant ex shows up, mocking Renzo’s paint-stained boots and threatening to buy the block just to evict us. That is, until my sweet, 'penniless' husband sighs, pulls out an exclusive obsidian card, and casually purchases my ex's entire franchise. Wait, if he's the anonymous magnate who owns our district, whose identity did I actually marry?!