The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband Episode 2

📖 The Story Continues

The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband – Episode 02

The clang of a baton against metal dragged Sebastian Klein out of a light sleep. He opened his eyes to gray walls, a narrow bunk, and an officer standing outside the cell with none of the patience Sebastian found so entertaining. Three days in county jail had done little to disturb him. If anything, the place had provided exactly what he needed: walls, witnesses, and an official record proving where he had been.

“Klein, get up. It’s time to go.” The officer unlocked the door and waited while Sebastian sat up at an almost insulting lack of speed. When he made no effort to hurry, the man’s voice rose. “Move it.” Sebastian stretched, planted his boots on the floor, and looked as relaxed as if he were checking out of a cheap hotel.

“Geez, Officer, what is the rush?” Sebastian asked, amusement tugging at his mouth. The uniform, the unshaven jaw, and the careless swagger all fit the role the world expected him to play. Nothing about him suggested a man capable of planning several moves ahead. That was precisely why the disguise worked.

The officer shook his head as he escorted him down the corridor. “Most people want to get out of here faster.” Doors and locks sounded behind them, each sharp click marking another step in Sebastian’s carefully manufactured story. Anyone checking would find no secret meeting, no unexplained absence, and no reason to connect him to what had happened elsewhere.

At the release desk, Sebastian collected his belongings without complaint. His phone, wallet, and keys slid back across the counter in a shallow plastic tray. The officer watched him sign the final form, then pointed a warning finger at him. “Don’t drive recklessly again. Next time, it won’t be just three days.”

Sebastian tucked the phone into his pocket and offered the man an easy grin. “I can’t make any promises, Officer.” The answer earned him a disgusted look, exactly as intended. To the jail staff, he was only another spoiled troublemaker who treated consequences like a joke. No one wondered whether the reckless-driving charge had been useful to him.

Morning light struck his face when he stepped outside, clean and bright after the dim holding block. A dark sedan waited near the curb, polished enough to look out of place beside the county building. The rear door opened, and Daniel emerged in a tailored suit, his respectful posture at odds with the casual welcome one might expect between friends.

Sebastian’s teasing expression vanished as soon as the car door shut behind them. The aimless ex-con disappeared with it, replaced by a man whose stillness carried more authority than most people’s shouting. Daniel handed him a phone secured for private use. “Everything is ready,” he said, watching his employer scan the coded updates.

“Everything going according to plan?” Sebastian asked. His voice was low now, stripped of the insolence he had shown the officer. Outside the tinted windows, ordinary traffic moved past, unaware that the man dismissed by the Klein family as a disgrace had arranged his own imprisonment like a business appointment.

“Yes, boss.” Daniel glanced toward the driver before continuing, though everyone in the vehicle had been chosen for discretion. “You being in jail is the perfect alibi. Your father doesn’t suspect a thing.” The success should have brought relief, but Sebastian knew better than to relax while the final stage remained unfinished.

He looked through the window, his reflection faint against the passing city. His father’s suspicion had shaped too much of his life. Being underestimated was useful, but it demanded discipline: every careless photograph, every rumor about unemployment, every public disgrace had to reinforce the image of Sebastian Klein as a man incapable of threatening anyone powerful.

The three days behind bars had been unpleasant, but discomfort was a small price for invisibility. While the Klein family congratulated themselves on containing their illegitimate embarrassment, Sebastian’s real interests continued moving under Daniel’s supervision. Soon, the people who had relied on his silence would learn how much he had heard.

“And what about the Quinn family?” Sebastian asked. The question brought them to the part of the scheme he could not complete alone. “Any issues there?” He had expected hesitation, negotiation, perhaps even an outright refusal. The Quinns valued status too much to welcome a marriage to the Klein family’s notorious outcast.

Daniel checked the report. “No. The Quinns have agreed to marry their daughter to you.” His tone remained professional, but curiosity flickered beneath it. Everyone knew what respectable families said about Sebastian. A willing bride was therefore either unusually brave, poorly informed, or trapped by circumstances no one had bothered to explain.

“Interesting.” Sebastian leaned back, turning the answer over in his mind. “They kept their end of the bargain.” The Quinns’ agreement meant the arrangement binding both families would hold. It also meant he would soon have a wife who believed the worst stories about him, if she believed anything at all.

Daniel waited for further instructions. He had learned not to ask why marriage was necessary when Sebastian had shared only the portions of the larger strategy required for him to act. “You got it, boss,” he said. “The ceremony is proceeding as scheduled.”

Sebastian lowered his gaze to the sparse file on the Quinn family. A formal portrait showed wealth, polish, and practiced smiles. Cassie Quinn, the expected bride, stood between George and Lauren like the treasured center of their world. The image offered no hint of what kind of woman would agree to marry a stranger branded a bastard and a criminal.

It did not matter, he told himself. The marriage was leverage, not romance. His bride would play a role, receive whatever benefit the arrangement promised her, and leave when the plan no longer required appearances. Affection would only complicate a structure built on concealment.

Still, one detail bothered him: the ease with which the Quinns had agreed. Powerful families rarely surrendered a favored daughter without bargaining. Either they were more desperate than Daniel’s research suggested, or someone in the family had become expendable. Sebastian knew too well what it meant to be selected as the child others could sacrifice.

He locked the phone and gave Daniel a look that ended the discussion. “This is the final puzzle piece,” he said as the sedan carried him away from the jail and toward a wedding founded on secrets. “So it begins.” Somewhere across the city, a woman was preparing to take the name Klein—and Sebastian had yet to learn whether she would become a harmless part of his plan or the one variable capable of destroying it.