My New Husband Is Too Dangerous To Love!

"Where in the world did that marriage certificate go? Did Benny really stash it like some top-secret document? Was he worried I'd file for divorce behind his back?" Kristine Holt muttered to herself, both amused and irritated as she rummaged through drawers in her Slufield villa.

With their fifth anniversary just around the corner, Kristine's mind spun with plans. She wanted to surprise her husband with a custom helicopter, designed entirely by her own hands.

Benny Higgins had always raved about Kueen, that elusive designer-and now, she would finally reveal that she was Kueen all along.

This anniversary was supposed to be unforgettable.

But as she gathered all the documents needed for the ownership transfer, she realized she needed their marriage certificate to finalize the paperwork.

"Found it! Wait, why are there two certificates here?"

All the excitement drained from Kristine's face in an instant.

Carefully, Kristine unfolded both documents. One belonged to her and Benny. The other was for Benny and his childhood love, Emilee Hewitt.

Her brows furrowed, confusion quickly morphing into a sharp unease. Which certificate was actually real?

Driven by a rising wave of dread, Kristine rushed to check the registration number for her own certificate online.

No matter how many times she tried, the system kept flashing error messages, asking her to re-enter the information-clear proof that the document was a fake.

Kristine's hands shook as she typed in the details from Benny and Emilee's certificate. This time, the site loaded with no trouble at all.

Reality crashed down on Kristine like a tidal wave, leaving her stunned and aching.

All those years-five years of believing she and Benny were truly married, of trusting his endless proposals and declarations that Emilee was nothing more than a closed chapter in his past. Everyone knew them as the perfect couple, but now it felt like her entire life with him had been nothing but a cruel illusion.

After Benny complained she was too thin and unfit for motherhood, Kristine had thrown herself into weight gain shakes and supplement regimens.

Her body changed quickly, all for him-her once celebrated figure traded away without a second thought.

And now she was supposed to swallow the idea that it had all been meaningless?

She could not accept that-not yet.

Kristine prided herself on being levelheaded, refusing to jump to conclusions before knowing the whole story.

Brushing away her tears, she summoned a cab and headed straight for Benny's office. She needed answers, face to face.

When she arrived and paused outside his door, voices drifted from inside, clear enough to stop her in her tracks.

"Benny, you really plan to have a kid with Kristine? Emilee's almost done with her training-she'll be back any day now. Won't she be crushed if she finds out?" Benny's friend Clint Dawson's tone was uneasy.

"Are you clueless? Benny's had a vasectomy. Even if Kristine dreams about having his baby, it's never going to happen," said another voice, one of Benny's friends.

"Exactly. So she packed on all that weight for nothing! She used to be slim and pretty indeed, but now, look at her-hard to believe she was ever attractive in the first place," the second friend added with a snicker.

Their laughter, mean-spirited and loud, sliced through Kristine like a knife.

And Benny? He didn't say a word to stop them. He just sipped his coffee and wore a lazy, uncaring expression on his handsome face, as if none of it mattered at all.

Kristine's hand clamped around the office door handle, her knuckles white as she fought the urge to scream. Tears streaked down her cheeks, the realization hammering through her.

A vasectomy? Benny never told her.

Wasn't he the one who insisted on marriage? Wasn't he the one who wanted a family?

Everything he said had been a lie. All along, he had another woman and only kept her on a string for his own amusement.

The truth landed hard, and any lingering hope shattered on the spot.

She clenched her jaw, spun around, and strode out of the office, anger giving her strength.

As she stormed toward the elevators, a woman stepped out-a vision in a purple dress and golden curls, her whole style screaming she did not belong in a tedious office. Kristine, desperate to escape, barely even noticed.

While the doors slid shut, the blonde woman seemed to glance back, but Kristine was already focused on getting out.

"Yes, this is Kristine Holt. I need to cancel the helicopter order. A cancellation fee? Five hundred thousand? Are you kidding me? Fine, alright. Charge me whatever you want-just get rid of that thing," Kristine said sharply into her phone.

She ended the call without hesitation, not caring about the lost money.

Determined, Kristine wasted no time. She hired a fitness coach and set herself a challenge-within three months, she would take back everything she lost.

But the anger did not fade. The betrayal of more than five years, of nearly two thousand days and nights of loyalty and effort, gnawed at her, refusing to let go.

Had Benny ever felt even a moment's guilt for what he'd done to her?

Kristine stood on the busy street, her mind wandering for a moment before she sent a message to her lawyer, Mathew Fletcher. "Mathew, I need your help drafting an agreement."

When Shirley Howard arrived with a tray of coffee, she glanced around and realized Kristine was nowhere in sight.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Shirley asked, "Mr. Higgins, did Mrs. Higgins leave already? I see you have a new visitor. Should I prepare a drink for her, or is there something else she'd like?"

Benny looked up at his secretary in confusion. "Mrs. Higgins? She was here?"

The mention of that title sent a visible shock through the three men in the room.

Benny shot to his feet, a scowl settling over his face as he replayed his friends' earlier comments in his head.

Meanwhile, Emilee remained perfectly composed. With a sly grin, she angled her phone so Shirley could clearly see the photo of her and Benny on display.

"I'm Mrs. Higgins now. Let's avoid any more mix-ups," Emilee said smoothly, and then turned to Benny. "Isn't that right, Benny?"

"What..." Shirley's jaw dropped, unable to piece together what had just happened.

After a tense pause, Benny yanked at his tie and, with a forced nod, acknowledged Emilee's claim.

"Of course, Mrs. Higgins. It's a pleasure to meet you," Shirley replied, adjusting quickly to the new reality.

Pleased with herself, Emilee rose from her seat, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear with practiced grace. "Please introduce me to the rest of the team. I'm Benny's wife and your new design director."

Fate had a funny sense of timing. On the very day Kristine discovered the truth, Emilee made her grand entrance, laying claim to her role in both marriage and business.

Yet none of that meant anything now.

Kristine had already packed her things and left, placing nothing more than a settlement agreement and her ring on the living room table as she walked out.

With her departure, the villa was left hollow and silent, stripped of everything that once belonged to her.

Kristine refused to leave even a hint of herself behind.

Once she moved out, there was no wandering or feeling lost-she made straight for Rose Manor, determined to reinvent herself.

In her mind, she imagined Benny one day seeing her transformation and feeling nothing but regret.

Benny's call came right after she wrapped up her evening run.

Sweat dripped down her face as she caught her breath, her cheeks glowing pink beneath the studio lights.

Even with a fuller figure, her features still had a distinct charm, and she carried herself with a kind of easy confidence that refused to be hidden.

Steadying herself in front of the mirror, Kristine watched her chest rise and fall, and then picked up the ringing phone.

"I assume you've already looked over the agreement?"

"You were outside my office at noon. You heard everything, didn't you?"

They spoke almost in unison, falling back into that old, uncanny rhythm.

A bitter laugh slipped from Kristine, sharp as glass. Though she felt hollow inside, her eyes gleamed with something cold.

"So what was your goal, Benny? Five years of lies-for what? A joke? I'm simply asking for ten million as compensation for this whole farce. Believe it or not, that's already me being generous."

Benny's answer came with a chuckle that grated on her nerves.

"Kristine, come on. I asked you to marry me for the thrill of it, the same way people hand out party favors. You were the one who clung to the idea and made it a big deal. You kept pushing for that marriage certificate. I just gave you what you wanted-a fake one. Meanwhile, I've been married to Emilee this whole time."

He let the words hang for a moment before adding, "Emilee's all about the DINK lifestyle, so I had a vasectomy years ago to avoid any slip-ups. Still, she said if she ever saw someone love another enough to throw away their career, to actually change everything just for the chance at a family, then she'd come home and maybe even give me a child. Well, Kristine, you helped make that possible. And now Emilee's back."

As Benny started talking about Emilee, his whole expression softened, missing entirely how cutting his words felt to Kristine.

"I'm not ignoring what you did for me, Kristine. I'll send you the ten million as promised. But I want something in return. Don't get married to anyone else. I can't stand the idea of what's mine ending up with another man after everything between us. If you still want to see me, as long as you leave Emilee alone, I'll keep you on at the company in an admin role. I'll even make time to visit you a couple of days each month. Let's be real, Kristine, you don't have the skills or connections to make it on your own. Letting me take care of you is your best bet," Benny continued, his voice taking on a patronizing calm.

For the first time, Kristine actually listened as Benny rattled on, and it only made her wonder how she could have been so blinded by him before. She realized she had never heard him sound so arrogant and oblivious.

"So those are my choices? What if I want neither?" Kristine snapped, her voice cold. "Who I marry is none of your business."

Benny retorted, "Then try it and see-"

Kristine didn't bother letting him finish. She ended the call, blocking his number with a sharp glare.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. So Benny expected her to pine for him, never moving on, as if she owed him her whole future.

He still had no idea who he was dealing with.

She pulled out her phone, typed out a new message, and sent it straight to her assistant.

Kristine said, "By ten tomorrow, have someone waiting for me at the courthouse. I want to get married."

Kristine took getting married seriously.

If she didn't do it soon, her family would likely force her into some arranged match.

If anyone was going to make decisions about her life, it would be her.

The family could save their matchmaking schemes for someone else-her supposed sister, for one, who had taken Kristine's place for years after being switched at birth, would probably jump at the chance.

Her assistant responded, "Copy that. I'll get it done!"

Satisfied, Kristine set her phone aside and headed for the shower.

She pulled out her hair tie and let her hair tumble down over her shoulders before disappearing into the bathroom.

At dawn, Kristine was up and moving, squeezing in her usual workout before heading out for the day.

Kristine's assistant worked fast, already lining up a marriage candidate who ticked every box.

He was tall, solidly built, just twenty-two, and had come from overseas on a student visa. With no savings and graduation right on the corner, he was desperate to stay in the country-marriage was his golden ticket.

At least he had good looks, a gentle disposition, and zero hesitation about signing a prenup.

Kristine only cared about obedience.

She barely looked at his photo before snapping the file shut, already bored.

When she reached the courthouse, she spotted him waiting outside.

He was dressed head-to-toe in black-a hoodie, sweatpants, baseball cap, and a mask pulled up high. He slouched against the wall, long legs stretched out as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Kristine figured he was trying to hide, embarrassed at having to marry to stay in the country.

But honestly, his feelings didn't matter to her at all.

Closing the distance, Kristine realized he was taller than the profile had suggested.

Kristine found herself staring at his impossibly broad shoulders, forced to tilt her chin just to meet his gaze. The moment their eyes met, she froze.

Those green eyes of his were almost hypnotic-bright as polished emeralds, sharp and impossible to ignore.

Odd. The picture hadn't done him justice. Were contact lenses really this convincing now?

Suspicion flickered across her face as she dug out the prenuptial contract, eyeing him carefully.

"So, you're here to get married too?"

"That's right." Nathan Spencer's reply was calm, but he took his time studying Kristine.

Her wide eyes, small mouth, and round cheeks made her look lively and charming, though he honestly didn't care who he married. In his mind, the whole arrangement was just a business deal, and partners could be swapped out at any time.

With a shrug, Nathan scanned the contract, arched an eyebrow, and scribbled his signature with practiced ease.

Kristine had already signed. She felt a small thrill at his no-nonsense attitude. Nathan Spencer-her gaze dropped as she whispered the name under her breath.

They tucked the paperwork away and walked into the courthouse side by side, both steady and sure.

Just ten minutes later, the two of them walked out as a married couple, the deal sealed and official.

"If there's anything I need, I'll get in touch. For now, just stay put and wait for my instructions," Kristine said, not slowing down as she walked towards her car.

Nathan stopped for a second, caught off guard. Wasn't he supposed to be in charge here? After all, he was the one who hired her.

Still, the boldness in her voice made him want to laugh.

Too bad the mask hid his grin-nobody could see just how much her attitude amused him.

Nathan realized that Kristine never once tried to make conversation, barely even glancing in his direction during the entire marriage process. She followed every step by the book-no questions, no curiosity, just efficiency. That sort of discipline made her exactly the partner he'd hoped to find.

"Works for me," Nathan murmured, and then turned on his heel and strode off.

They both got what they wanted, no fuss or lingering looks.

Kristine got married, but she wasn't eager to parade herself in front of Benny just yet.

She took up residence at Rose Manor, throwing herself into a fierce fitness routine.

All her effort paid off-she slimmed down faster than she'd ever imagined.

Within two months, Kristine barely recognized herself.

Her new figure was all elegant curves and balance, the kind of silhouette that drew every eye in the room. Her delicate features seemed to glow, and just the hint of a smile could send hearts racing.

Admiring her reflection, Kristine traced the edge of the mirror with a pleased grin.

"Miss Holt, you look absolutely incredible! I swear, if I knew you'd end up like this, I would've volunteered for that marriage slot myself. How did I miss out on such a golden opportunity?" Pamela Warren, her assistant, burst into the room, beaming.

"Oh, right! The CEO from Glory Group sent you another invite. His grandson's birthday bash is tomorrow, and apparently, they're announcing the heir to the company," Pamela said, clapping her hands as she remembered. "Are you planning to go? I know you usually avoid these events these days, so-"

But Kristine's lips curved upward, a spark in her eyes, as she interjected, "Why wouldn't I go? It's about time I showed my face."

She had every intention of running into Benny at that party. He still owed her ten million, and Kristine was determined to collect every cent.