Left At The Altar: Marrying The Billionaire

Chapter 7

Word Count: 747 | Released on: 11/05/2026

g at the resignation letter in his hand. The paper was slig

maris's number again. The number you

the wall. It shattered into

, she's moved out of the penthouse. The doo

-ceiling window, looking out over the city

ty office. "Where is she going to go? She has no mon

ffs. "She'll be back. They always come back. I'l

The receptionist said i

keningly sweet concern. "Jalyn, sweetheart, how are you feeling? Did t

n afterthought, a problem to be dealt with la

of NewYork-Presbyterian, Ama

y around her waist. She leaned into him, her body

cent that was quickly becoming her anchor. She s

ide. His grip tightened, his palm pressing flat against her lo

ured, his voice low a

ely supported, completely protected, was so foreign she did

e rolling table over. On it was a bowl of steamin

on. He blew on the porridge, the steam curling ar

at him. "I can

aid, his eyes da

g stomach. He fed her slowly, blowing on every spoonful, his focus entirel

another spoonful. The word was on the tip

he said

for a fraction of a second. He recovered instantly

" Amaris said, watching him clos

ust have mentioned it," he said, his t

, and completely unprovable. Amaris w

ood up, pulling it out of his

through the glass. His posture was rigid, his gestures sharp and commanding. H

ouldn't afford to get distracted by this man. S

, looking through the glass at the woman in the hospital bed. The cold, hard

ld down before he let

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Left At The Altar: Marrying The Billionaire

Gray Matter Billionaires

“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."”