Jilted Bride: Now Call Me Auntie, Darling

Chapter 5 Chapter 5

Word Count: 612 | Released on: Today at 16:06

e May

exist on any public map. The air smelled of old paper, leather, and secrets. This was my f

ce of Darcie Mayo from the digital world. New phone, new number, cash for ever

ushed them down. This was not a time for mourning. This was a time for war. I had learned a long time ago, in a house th

drive. It contained everything I had quietly ga

worst. The clue about their tax shelters hadn't been stolen in a sophisticated hack; I'd found it months ago,

power. To face Gwendolyn, I needed more than a threat. I needed

ell family's private historical archives. My eidetic memory, a gift I'd honed in my cryptography classes, served

ooking for the foundation. The ancient, forg

and business charters, I found it. Tucked away in a fol

catch. *The 1920 Maxwel

other's na

ript detailed a pact made a century ago, an alliance forged by our two families to survive the econom

es about stock options and board seats, until one

ced the words

st son) is found to be of compromised character or otherwise unfit to lead, the betrothed female of the Mayo line shall have the right to p

ird time. *Another... of undis

with a wild, surging excitement. I had f

eing a pawn in their game to the one w

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Jilted Bride: Now Call Me Auntie, Darling

Yuan Xiluo Modern

“On the eve of my glamorous Waldorf Astoria wedding, I went to the penthouse to surprise my fiancé, Hugh, wearing my late mother's heirloom pearls. Instead, I heard my stepsister's familiar laugh and caught them tangled together on the sofa. Through the cracked door, I heard Hugh slur that he was only marrying me for my family's financial backing. "As soon as I secure my inheritance, she's the first thing I'm getting rid of," he promised her. Floy giggled and asked for my mother's pearl necklace, my only legacy. Hugh agreed without hesitation, mocking my dead mother's naivety and my desperate dreams of building a family. Every sweet word he had ever said was a lie, a knife he had been patiently sliding between my ribs for years. They planned to strip me of everything the moment I signed the prenup. I didn't cry or scream. The crushing weight of their betrayal hollowed me out, leaving behind a terrifying, absolute calm. Why should I be the one to lose everything while they stole my future and insulted my mother's memory? I calmly walked down the hall, set the prenuptial agreement on fire, and vanished into the rainy night. If Hugh wanted to play dirty for the Maxwell empire, I would play for keeps. Using a forgotten, century-old family covenant, I was going to marry Hugh's uncle-the comatose, paralyzed war hero, Fleet Maxwell. I would return not as a naive bride, but as their worst nightmare: his aunt, and the new lady of the house.”