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From Heartbreak To CEO's Protected Bride

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 754    |    Released on: Today at 10:30

mall, choked sound escaped her throat. She had expected him to be wealthy. She had not expected a figure with nine zeros. Multiple trust

. He was calmly sipping a cup of coffee, as if the paper in her hands

rom Cedars-Sinai. She read through pages of medical jargon that all amount

. Too flawless. It gave

saucer with a soft click. "M

ion made. "Yes. But we should si

reappeared with a leather-bound document.

in separate. In the event of a divorce, she would receive a settlement large enou

would assume full and immediate responsibilit

he took the pen David offered and signed her name on

sive strokes. He pushed the document back to David. "Fil

wling up her neck. It felt wrong,

assistant had arranged everything. They were ushered through a private entrance, bypassing the lines and the waiting

ife, Julia stared at the marriage certificat

, Julian turned to her. "My mother will wan

mind still reeling. It

hifted. His face became hard, his voice clipped and authoritative

istant. "There's an emergency at the offic

on the sidewalk, clutching a marriage certificate that suddenly fe

and went back to her own office, back to the rea

er coworker, Brenda Miller, gossip

! Sinclair Holdings. The new CEO is

eaned in. "What's t

r phone, showing off a blurry photo. "Look. That's him with Jaiden Martinez on a yacht in St. Barts.

sp went through

ir echoing in her head. It had to be a coincidence. She dism

staff were to report to the main conference room at 3

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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.”