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The Runaway Fiancée: Claimed By The Rival

Author: Lu Meng

Chapter 1

Word Count: 815 | Released on: 23/12/2025

tractually bound to marry d

't swimming

mistress had shoved me i

heavy silk dress dragging

nderboss of Chicago

had pushed me, scooping her

ing over my hand as I cla

derworld watched the heir choose

Eliana," Jax said, his

. He ordered me away l

turn his ring, his mistress laughed

bottom, broke

I was alive. He co

just furniture

thought I had nowhere to go be

as w

e-carat diamon

on the dashboard

t just

o New York to join his morta

hought he ow

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pte

a Car

bound to marry dive into the freezing

amental pool at the Riley Estate. I could still feel the phantom st

n, instantly soaking the heavy silk of my d

r, the chlorine and my own

ked f

erboss of the

amond ring sat heavy as

with killers, a man who had ended a turf war l

osed to be

didn't l

right

ing in the shallow end, screaming abou

suit ruined, his face etched with a frant

, stepping over my hand as I t

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ery gossiping wife in the Chi

he throne choose a jersey ch

e ultimate

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my body, a freez

it wasn't from

realization that I was u

nge chair, wrapping his wet su

shoulder, a small, victorio

turned to

d, devoid of apol

g a scene, Eli

flat, stripp

ask if I

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away like a di

dripping from my hair onto

hest, hot and suffocating, cla

contract between our fami

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't say

ked away, leaving a tra

ts, keeping my chin high even

g lot and pulled my

the screen fli

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ked up on the

in the favor,

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disappear

Chapter End

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“I watched the man I was contractually bound to marry dive into the freezing water. But he wasn't swimming toward me. Only seconds prior, his mistress had shoved me into the ornamental pool. I struggled to surface, my heavy silk dress dragging me down like a lead weight. Jax, the ruthless Underboss of Chicago, swam right past me. He reached for the woman who had pushed me, scooping her up as she faked a leg cramp. He carried her out, stepping over my hand as I clawed at the slippery edge. Every Capo and soldier in the underworld watched the heir choose a jersey chaser over his fiancée. "You are making a scene, Eliana," Jax said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Go home." He didn't offer a hand. He ordered me away like a disobedient dog. Later that night, when I tried to return his ring, his mistress laughed and shoved me down a flight of stairs. I lay at the bottom, broken and bleeding. Jax didn't check if I was alive. He comforted her instead. To him, I was just furniture. A guarantee. He thought he had broken me. He thought I had nowhere to go because our families were allied. He was wrong. I left the five-carat diamond on the table. I left my car keys on the dashboard at O'Hare Airport. I didn't just run away. I boarded a one-way flight to New York to join his mortal enemy, the Tran Syndicate. Jax Little thought he owned the board. He didn't realize the Queen had just defected.”