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From Heartbreak To CEO's Protected Bride

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 762    |    Released on: Today at 10:30

f shame, his face hardened with annoyance. Being caught, be

over her. "Are you following me now?" he sneered, his voice low an

the villain. "Don't play games. You

entence. It ignited the last of h

d in the suddenly silent ro

ark already blooming on his skin. He stared at her, his eyes wide wi

e ice. "Branson Burton," she said, her

him the satisfaction of a backward glance. She hear

rced a laugh. "Watch," he announced to Ryder and the others, his voice overly lo

claim his dominance. "I'll bet my new

hailed a cab in the cold rain and gave th

that had never been real. She moved through the rooms with cold efficiency, pulling her few clothes fr

day, a gift she'd saved for months to afford. A bitter, hum

pare key from her pocket and placed it squarely in the center. A final, silent statement. Then

tale cigarettes and disinfectant. The contrast between the peeling wallpaper

mpy bed when her phone buzzed.

posed her features into a bright smile before answering. Eleanor's face

things with you and Branson? Ar

ttle, like it might crack. She couldn't tell her the truth.

he l

e miraculously steady. "He already pro

me of the lines of pain and worry. She looked happier than she had

Julia felt a strange mix of guilt and steely resolve. She had ma

on in the dark screen of her phone. She had to get married. Not for love, n

oot and grew with terrifying speed. I

stopping on a name: Paige Reynolds. Her agen

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From Heartbreak To CEO's Protected Bride
From Heartbreak To CEO's Protected Bride
“The hospital's final notice cut through my life like a razor, demanding a fortune I didn't have to keep my mother alive. I was desperate, clinging to the hope that my boyfriend, Branson, would finally step up and marry me to secure our future. When I rushed to his hotel suite, desperate for his support, a man pulled me into the darkness. I thought it was Branson, but the rough, possessive touch and the stranger's scent told a different story. I was trapped in a haze of panic and exhaustion, surrendering to a force that wasn't the man I loved. The next morning, I woke up alone to a cold text message: Branson had left for an emergency meeting. The horrifying realization hit me like a physical blow-I had been betrayed, used, and violated by a stranger while my supposed partner was nowhere to be found. When I finally confronted Branson at his club, he laughed at the idea of marrying me, calling me a pathetic "placeholder" and a "money furnace" while he waited for his ex to return. My world shattered into a thousand pieces. How could three years of devotion turn into such a cruel, calculated lie? I walked away, but I couldn't let my mother die. I needed a husband, and I needed one now. I turned to a stranger, a powerful executive named Julian Sinclair, and offered him a transaction: a marriage of convenience in exchange for my mother's life. He didn't ask for love, only for me to play the part of his wife. I signed the contract, never realizing that my new husband was the man who had just bought my entire company-and that our dangerous game was only just beginning.”