My Marriage License, His Public Fall

For five years, I was the secret wife of billionaire Chace Bentley, hiding in the shadows because he swore it was the only way to protect me from his ruthless family.

But when his security guards dragged me out of his gala by my hair, breaking my ribs while the crowd jeered at the "delusional stalker," Chace didn't save me.

He stood on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, and watched me bleed with cold, dead eyes.

I thought I had hit rock bottom in that jail cell, until I found the documents in his safe.

A prenuptial agreement with a socialite named Celina.