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The Glasshouse Wife

Mature

You wake up married to a billionaire you don't remember—and your entire life is a lie.

You wake up in a penthouse with a handsome, commanding husband and a life too perfect to be true. But as you piece together the fragments, you realize your job, your friends, even your name were all curated by the man claiming to love you. Trapped in a gilded cage, your only escape is to play the devoted wife while you uncover the truth. A gripping tale of gaslighting and intrigue in the world of billionaire romance, where love is a weapon and trust is the first casualty.

The story begins

The marble floor is cold against your bare feet, a shock that sharpens the fog in your skull. You're standing in front of a wall of glass, the city sprawling below like a circuit board of golden light, and you have no idea how you got here.

Behind you, a voice—warm, amused, intimate. "Darling, you're up early. Couldn't sleep?"

You turn. The man is already dressed, crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to the forearm, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Julian. Your husband. The word sits wrong in your mouth, a stone you can't swallow.

"I had a dream," you say, and your voice sounds foreign. "There was a door. I couldn't open it."

The smile flickers. Just for a heartbeat. Then it's back, softer now, almost tender. He crosses the room and brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering at your temple.

"There's no door here but the one you came through, love." His thumb traces your cheekbone. "You're safe."

But your gaze drifts past him, down the hallway, to the door at the end—the one with the keypad, the one he's never once opened in your presence.

What happens next is up to you.

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