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From Heartbreak To CEO's Protected Bride

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 658    |    Released on: Today at 10:30

urton to invest in the gallery project,

tel air filling her lungs. "Paige, I need y

's voice vanished. "What's

t married. As soon as possible. It doesn't matter who. I j

e call had dropped. Then, Paige exploded. "Are you insane?! Ju

ls, the hospital's ultimatum, Branson's cruel betrayal. Her voice was stea

er a string of curses directed at Branson, her voice softened. "Jules,

ulia said. "I'm out of time, Paige.

oice heavy with resignation. "Okay. Let me make some calls. I

re," Ju

rward, not just drowning. She thought about the last three years, how she had slowly erased parts of herself to fit into Bran

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family expectations. Financial support will b

d find. Impeccable background, but I've never met the guy. He's r

ad become a commodity, her hand in marriage up for th

reply: "Okay.

ess from her suitcase-her "interview" dress. She applied her makeup to look professional and composed

t and hushed, the air smelling of coffee and old money. She gave the

w. He was tall, his shoulders broad beneath a perfectly tailore

r approach

th caught in

severe. High cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes so dark and deep they seemed to pull her in. He radiated an aura of power

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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.”