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Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival

Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1182    |    Released on: Today at 15:48

ne was a harsh, white

tears. No gasping intake of breath. Just a profound,

t message contain

The custom cufflinks she'd given him for their anniversary, tiny s

rish, blood-red, a cheap-looking ring on her index finger. The intimacy

hree-carat diamond on her ring finger, a symbol of a pr

e, miss. Th

iscreet, black awning of the exclusive Upper East Side club. A place Pre

calm. The late-night breeze caught the silk of her dress as she

poke suit, moved to block her wa

e steady. The name was a key, one she had us

ded and pulled the heavy door open for he

throbbing with the bass of some forgettable electronic son

n at the bar. The photo was her map. She recognized the unique, swirli

k, her heels clicking so

n she s

in a dress that was too tight and too short. He was laughing, his hea

starlet, desperate to climb the social ladder. Averie had seen her at

painful knot. But her face remaine

right up to

hand now resting on her bare thigh. He hadn't noticed her. H

dened for a fraction of a second, then narrowed

ore dismissing her entirely. Her focus landed on

fun, P

et, precise, and it sliced throug

froze, then crumbled. He turned his head slowly, his e

g of color. "What are you doing here? Ba

ed movement. But it was far too late. The whol

to the table, to the glass of amber liquid sittin

she picked up the glass. The condensa

s mouth opening and closing like a f

idn't

red the entire contents over

is chin onto his thousand-dollar suit jacket.

hs. The low chatter of the club died, replaced by a

but they didn't matter. Only

f her finger. It caught on her knuckle, and for a heart-stoppi

orefinger, the diamond catching the di

e let i

sharp, definitive clink. The sound was

ear and carrying. Each word was a perfe

whose face was now a mask of pale shock. A sm

, trying to grab her w

m back as if his

r voice dropping to a low, ven

her back on him. On them. On th

of her heels on the floor was a death knell for their relationship. Three minu

whiskey and shame, the eyes of New

ut into the cold night air. She took a deep, shuddering

, the picture of them smiling in the Hamptons mocking

lent as a panther, pulled up

rear window

eekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes that were a deep, unreadable blue

hers, intense

," he said. It

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Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival
Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival
“Averie Stein was three months away from a billionaire wedding that would merge two of Manhattan's most powerful families. Then, an anonymous photo showed her fiancé, Preston, intimately holding hands with a rising starlet at a private club. Averie marched right into his VIP booth, poured a glass of whiskey over his perfectly styled hair, and dropped her five-carat engagement ring on the table. But the fallout was suffocating. Preston's mother immediately threatened her, demanding she swallow the insult to protect their stock prices. Her own family, the Steins, completely ignored her humiliation, preparing to force her back into the cheating bastard's arms just to save the corporate alliance. Averie felt a chilling despair. She had played the perfect, obedient heiress her entire life, only to be treated like a disposable pawn by everyone she trusted. How could she possibly escape this gilded cage when both billionaire dynasties were hunting her down, determined to control her fate? Just as she walked out into the cold night, a sleek Maybach pulled up to the curb. Inside sat Fielding Everett-Preston's absolute worst rival and most ruthless competitor. He handed her a tablet with a marriage contract, offering absolute protection, a hundred million dollars a year, and the ultimate revenge. "Averie Stein, marry me." Realizing this was the perfect weapon, she signed her name without hesitation. By nine a.m. the next morning, while Preston was still frantically tearing the city apart looking for her, she walked out of City Hall as Mrs. Everett.”