The Jilted Bride's Billionaire Vengeance

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she' d been a snake in the grass, whispering poison, acting the innocent victim. Now? She was practically screaming her victories from

, had married Bradly, believing his empty promises. A life where I' d poured my heart

ne brings good fortune," they' d said, their voi

cut me. I' d found a strange kind of contentment in their approv

day I open

edge of waking, but the betrayal was sharp.

pted my thoughts. Th

voice was hesitant. "Garrison Flet

uncle. In this life,

y more, but she just sighed, a long, weary sound, and l

ut their affection was tied to the prosperity I brought. Otherwise, they

as the onl

ever marrying. He' d always shown me genuine concern, even chas

far better choice than a complete stranger,

my ruined future flooded my consciousness. I had subtly floated the idea, a desperate gambit. I hadn' t ex

ver imagined. My mother had told me he' d paused, a b

he lingering scent of last night' s humiliation, but my mind was set.

company in the country. If successful, it would catapult his firm into t

ery projected growth, tailored to his family' s business. Now,

over my laptop, reshaping, refinin

, and headed downstairs for a much-needed coffee. The

aptop. The screen was on, but the folder

bed my phone, my fingers flying as I

a baseball cap pulled low. But then, a flash. The di

ne

making my hands tremble. My "memories" had paint

ice, my feet pounding against

hed i

lips were still glistening from their hurried, hungry kiss as they pull

e about their sordid display. I lunged forwa

n to touch my computer?!" I dema

his eyes blazing. "Are

sniffled, peeking out from behind his shoulder, her eyes wide and innocent. "I' m so, so sorry

herself, her knees

tective embrace. "What is wrong with you

stiges of my self-control burning away in a fiery

your fiancé? I appreciate the sentiment, but why

The screen was still open, display

r from her desk and, without a seco

kle. Smoke billowed from the keyboar

hing Bradly' s arm. "

words. "It' s just a report, Janel

able in his eyes. He' d been saying for days that

or my wrist, but Janell' s hand

r!" she cried, a fresh wave of tears streaming do

his hand still outstretched tow

eethed, turning his fury on me.