My CEO Husband Was Once A Broke Bad Boy Chapter 1

I crossed over into a novel while doing the deed with my billionaire husband, one of the most powerful men in New York.

[Another one trying to conquer the villain? Hilarious.]

[And dressing like a slut? The villain likes pure, innocent girls! This is totally going to fail.]

[Arthur Sterling will eventually become a ruthless underworld boss who kills without blinking an eye.]

I looked at the floating comments drifting past my eyes, then looked down at myself.

A black deep-V dress plunging to my navel, the hem so short it barely covered my butt.

Arthur begged me to wear this last night.

He was on his knees on the bed, his eyes completely red.

"Wife, just wear it this once, I'll transfer ten million to your account."

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I reluctantly put it on.

And then he tossed me around until midnight.

Now look what happened. I wake up, and the Arthur standing before me, fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, looks at me like he's seen a ghost.

"Who are you?"

I was furious.

What? He pulls his pants up and suddenly doesn't know me?!

"What do you mean who am I! I'm your wife!"

The moment the words left my mouth, I was the one who froze.

What kind of dump was this?

Peeling paint, drafty windows, furniture that looked like it was scavenged from a dumpster.

Where was my California King-sized luxury bed? Where was my bathtub that could fit five people?

Arthur's face was right in front of me.

No scar on his temple, no weathering from the years on his face—only the cold, sharp alertness of youth.

I reached out, cupped his face, and inspected it left and right.

"Hubby, did you sneak off and get Thermage done behind my back?"

Which clinic did he go to? The results are suspiciously good!

Before I knew it, Arthur slapped my hands away, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"I'll ask you one more time—who are you?"