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Divorce A Billionaire To Marry Him!

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Alex Blackwell and Lydia Bale were 'married by decree.' After signing a contract, they had no further connection. A year later, Lydia was assigned to Alex as a personal assistant. Unbeknownst to them, they were actually husband and wife. As they gradually developed feelings for each other, they found themselves drifting apart due to their married status...

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The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

Rollins Laman

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

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How can you relieve the pain? Will time heal all the wounds? But none of that mattered to the woman who was standing there with all the wounds inside her. The pair of eyes stared at the branded bag display case that changed models every week. Some bags were only produced in limited editions.

"Mrs. Wilson, is that you?"

A much older woman approached her. She was Diana, the owner of the bag brand that the Wilson family had always subscribed to. It was common for Auristella Wilson to meet Diana in person like this. Other people might not be as lucky as Ella.

"Mrs. Diana." Ella greeted Diana with a thin smile, so thin it barely formed a line at all.

"Just call Diana, Mrs. Wilson."

"Then call me Ella too, without bringing Wilson in tow."

"I'm too scared to call you that." Diana shook her head as she refused to be called by name because Auristella was Wilson's favorite daughter-in-law, who didn't know Wilson, the third richest family in Asia.

"Ahh, right. Because I'm Wilson's daughter-in-law? I already knew that," Ella replied casually while crossing her arms in front of her body.

"You already knew that; let me just call you Mrs. Wilson." Diana felt at ease if she continued to address AuristElla formally.

"I want a bag that has only been produced a few times, and I don't want to wear something too marketable." Ella opened the conversation again. Honestly, all the bags in the showcase were too cheap for her to wear.

"Of course, Mrs. Wilson, we always have one bag that we only show you before selling it if you're not interested." Diana snapped her fingers to code the person working under her to bring the bag for Ella.

Ella just sat on the sofa provided in the large room with its luxurious interior. Ella's legs crossed one to the other, and she looked one by one. Bags of various styles and colors were placed on the marble table surface. Rest assured that none of the servers' fingerprints were on them because they are required to wear rubber gloves.

"Mrs. Wilson is a limited edition bag this week. We're only producing two of them," Diana said after pulling out all the bags she was proud of.

Ella was looking at one bag after another. She was looking for one among the dozens of bags that would attract her attention to buy.

Her hand touched one bag that caught her eye. Ella lifted a bag that was so beautiful in dark blue, but it was not the color that attracted her. Instead, it's the one loose bead on the detail of the bag that they may not have noticed. Still, it did not escape Ella's eyes.

"Your choices are never wrong, Mrs. Wilson...That beautiful bag is called Summer Sky."

"Really? Then I'll buy it because it's interesting when it's broken!" Ella's hand turned the bag around and showed Diana where the damage was.

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