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Left At The Altar: Marrying The Billionaire

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 814    |    Released on: 11/05/2026

was up, sealing Amaris and Cristian in a soundproof bu

ckery of the bride she was supposed to be. Her fingers found the diamond ring on

a word. He just pressed a cold bott

open it, her phone buzzed violently on the sea

the decline button, but some pathetic,

eaker, raw with fury. "You made a complete fool of me! The Hoffm

inst her ear. "What about Jalyn?" she forced

now. I'll handle the press. You'll issue a statement citing a sudden personal health crisis. Blame it on

fraying, the coldness in her chest sprea

ped down from the top of her sc

in a sterile hospital corridor, his arms wrapped tightly around a fragile-looking Jalyn Brandt. H

d: Hoffman Heir Dump

Elijah look at her like that. Not once in two ye

ipped from her numb fingers, c

ce drifting up from the carpet. "Are you

lently, and pressed the red end-call but

anced at the screen, his jaw tightening. When he loo

," he said, his voice cutt

him, her vision

is tone brutally matter-of-fact. "And your assets are in danger. If

ater. Elijah was vindictive. He would puni

binding marriage agreement. It protects you from your mother, from Hoffman

her. She was a shark, notorious for his lack of feeli

gle, sharp jerk o

Ten minutes later, they were standing in the e

but a lone clerk was waiting, his face carefully bla

reach was

badly the tip scratched across the paper,

s. His palm was still burning hot, his grip steady and firm.

ned. He

with a heavy thud. The sound echoe

ly and slipping it into his breast pocket. He

nt tomorrow," he said

her fingers. She was a married

s she knew

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Left At The Altar: Marrying The Billionaire
Left At The Altar: Marrying The Billionaire
“At my million-dollar wedding to the Hoffman heir, the priest was interrupted by a ringing phone. My groom, Elijah, didn't silence it. He answered it right at the altar, yanked his arm from my grasp, and walked out because his "true love" Jalyn needed him. I was left standing alone in front of three hundred elite guests, blinded by mocking camera flashes. My own mother rolled her eyes in disgust, later threatening to freeze my trust fund and sell me to a notorious playboy to recoup her losses. Elijah even had the nerve to call me, demanding I take the blame for the canceled wedding to save his PR, while live news feeds showed him cradling a fragile Jalyn in the hospital. I had spent two years bending over backward to be his perfect bride, only to be discarded like trash. What made it sicker was finding out that Jalyn's sudden "medical emergency" was actually a ruptured cyst caused by having vigorous sex with Elijah right before he walked down the aisle. I refused to let them destroy me. Kicking off my six-inch heels, I stepped down from the altar and walked straight to the back row where Cristian Lowe sat. He was the ruthless iceberg of Wall Street and Elijah's most terrifying rival. I looked up at his sharp jawline and asked the craziest question of my life. "Will you marry me?" He stood up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "As you wish."”