Beyond the Rumors: My Billionaire Savior

Beyond the Rumors: My Billionaire Savior

Jillian Chinnici

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I, Sarah King, had loved Ethan Cole since we were kids. He stumbled through his family ranch door, uniform torn, eyes wild, muttering about a strange gas, and collapsed. My medical training kicked in; I held him close, fighting to save his life. The next morning, Brittany Miller, Ethan's childhood crush, burst in, ignoring me completely. She cried about a "dangerous" billionaire, Mr. Harrison, who had "selected" her and begged Ethan to marry her for protection. Still groggy, Ethan looked from Brittany to me, then turned to her, promising marriage. My world tilted; he would marry me out of obligation to save her. When Brittany later "died" and a note blamed me, Ethan's consuming rage turned on me. In front of everyone, he publicly shamed me, accusing me of driving her to her death, destroying my reputation in our small town. The injustice, the utter betrayal, and the public humiliation crushed me, leaving me in a profound darkness. How could he, the man I saved, the man I loved, be so blind, so cruel, and believe such heinous lies? Then, I gasped awake, sitting bolt upright in bed, the sun streaming in. The calendar showed the exact date Ethan returned. It wasn't a dream; it was a memory, a life I had already lived, and I vowed not to live it again. This time, Brittany would be his savior and his wife, and I would willingly offer myself to the fearsome Mr. Harrison in her place.

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I, Sarah King, had loved Ethan Cole since we were kids. He stumbled through his family ranch door, uniform torn, eyes wild, muttering about a strange gas, and collapsed. My medical training kicked in; I held him close, fighting to save his life.

The next morning, Brittany Miller, Ethan's childhood crush, burst in, ignoring me completely. She cried about a "dangerous" billionaire, Mr. Harrison, who had "selected" her and begged Ethan to marry her for protection.

Still groggy, Ethan looked from Brittany to me, then turned to her, promising marriage. My world tilted; he would marry me out of obligation to save her. When Brittany later "died" and a note blamed me, Ethan's consuming rage turned on me. In front of everyone, he publicly shamed me, accusing me of driving her to her death, destroying my reputation in our small town.

The injustice, the utter betrayal, and the public humiliation crushed me, leaving me in a profound darkness. How could he, the man I saved, the man I loved, be so blind, so cruel, and believe such heinous lies?

Then, I gasped awake, sitting bolt upright in bed, the sun streaming in. The calendar showed the exact date Ethan returned. It wasn't a dream; it was a memory, a life I had already lived, and I vowed not to live it again. This time, Brittany would be his savior and his wife, and I would willingly offer myself to the fearsome Mr. Harrison in her place.

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