Rejected By The Billionaire

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

Temple Madison

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

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"One year. No love and no questions. Do you agree, Ms. Sinclair?"

His voice was sharp, cold like the steel in his office walls.

Ava Sinclair swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she stared at the papers in front of her. A contract marriage. And across the table sat Damien Thorne, billionaire CEO of Thorne Enterprises. A ruthless,heartless and dangerous man every woman in New York whispered about.

She was just a secretary. He was her boss.

This wasn't love. It wasn't even lust. This was a deal.Her brother was dying and Damien knew it.

"I just... I don't understand why me," Ava said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "You could have anyone."

His gaze didn't flicker. "Exactly. I want someone no one will miss."

Her heart broke in places she didn't know existed on hearing his response.

That's what she was to him.A nobody,just a pawn.

Ava looked down at the contract again. A cold wave of nausea rolled through her.

It states- One year of marriage.No touching.No public affection.

No emotional expectations.Compensation: $1.2 million.

"This money... it'll pay for Levi's surgery?" she whispered, her throat tightening.

Damien's eyes didn't waver. "In full. But only if you marry me today."

She clenched her fists. Her little brother, Levi, was all she had left. She couldn't lose him.She has no other choice left for her.

She looked at Damien again. His face was unreadable. Handsome, yes. But Cold like a statue carved from ice.

"Fine," she whispered. "I'll marry you."

He leaned forward, passed her a pen.

"Then sign."

And with one signature, Ava Sinclair gave herself away not just her name but her freedom and her heart.

The wedding happened hours later in a private office. No flowers. No music. Just a judge, two signatures, and silence.Damien didn't even taje a glance at her as they exchanged vows.

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Later that night, Ava stood alone in the massive guest room of his penthouse.

She wasn't even allowed to sleep in the same room as her husband on her own wedding night.She was alone.She sat on the bed, staring at the untouched gown she wore. Her hands were still shaking. Her eyes swollen from holding back tears.

How did my life become this?

A knock came at the door.She jumped.To her surprise,It was Damien.Still in his suit and still emotionless.

"There are rules," he said bluntly. "I don't want surprises. You don't speak to the media. You don't embarrass me in public. You don't enter my room without permission."

Ava nodded slowly, every word sinking like a blade into her chest.

"And one more thing," he added, stepping closer. "You're nothing more than my business partner. Don't start thinking you're anything else."

Ava bit her lip. "I wasn't planning to."

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