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Sweatpants and Secret Billionaires

Sweatpants and Secret Billionaires

By @john1208

I just wanted to nap. But after striking a desperate deal with my nagging mother - one blind date in exchange for six months of absolute peace - I dragged myself to the meeting spot in my favorite stained sweatpants, fully expecting the guy to run for the hills. Instead, Corso, a remarkably handsome but supposedly broke freelance techie, didn't even blink. I proposed a strictly fake, tax-benefit marriage of convenience to solve both our family problems. I thought I was a genius who had hacked the system. I was wrong. I completely misunderstood the rules: the marriage was legally binding, and my 'broke' husband was playing for keeps. Now, I'm exhausted. I'm secretly Korsaka City's top retrieval operative, forced to fight off rival syndicates while pretending to be a normal civilian housewife. Meanwhile, Corso keeps spoiling me, treating me to stays in a hyper-luxurious mega-mansion that he swears is just an 'Airbnb he got a promo code for.' I almost believed his poor-guy act, until his ultra-rich, terrifyingly snobby mother kicked down the door of our crappy cover apartment, screaming about her billionaire heir living in a dumpster. Just who exactly did I marry?

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The Billionaire's Fake Black Card

The Billionaire's Fake Black Card

By @john1208

"Give me the rare orchid, or I'll break your fingers!" isn't how I planned to start my Tuesday, but my little sister needs braces, and I desperately need this commission. Bruised and late, I arrive at the blind date my nagging mother forced me into, only to find a suspiciously handsome man in a faded thrift-store sweater. Exhausted, I do the unthinkable: I spend our entire first meeting viciously roasting my elusive, cold-blooded billionaire boss. Bastian just nods, smiles, and buys me coffee. Over the next year, this 'poor' man becomes my rock, and eventually, my incredibly doting husband. When he accidentally drops an invite-only obsidian credit card, he swears it's a cheap novelty prop bought online. I believe him - he spends his weekends helping me build terrariums! But as my trusted mentor secretly schemes to frame me for corporate theft and rip my sister away from me, Bastian's web of sweet lies begins to unravel. Will I survive the shock when the entire corporate board of directors bows to my 'broke' husband in the middle of the lobby?

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