Left At The Altar: Marrying The Billionaire

Chapter 4

Word Count: 722 | Released on: 11/05/2026

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thumb hovered, but the guilt of a lif

any maternal warmth. "You've ruined everything. The Hoffman allia

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Silas Vane is in town. His family owns half of Connecticu

treatment of women. Irma didn't care about her happiness;

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hed to the desk and opened her lapto

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, Dawna. "Get me everything on the board members.

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t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair still damp from the shower. He

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. "This is my mess. I nee

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set o

a small red button on the key fob. "If you're in trouble, h

against his. A jolt of electricity shot up her a

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bed her bag and hurried downstairs. She needed to g

ing on the front steps, his hands in his pockets, watching her leave. His

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Left At The Altar: Marrying The Billionaire

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“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."”