Disowned at My Engagement, I Became The Tech Titan's Savior

disinfectant. Aurora sat motionless in a dim corner bo

owed with a glaring red banner: A

ro panic. In her ten lost years, she had survived far worse than a frozen bank account. What she needed now was untraceable cash,

was shattered by the scree

oving with the cold efficiency of apex predators. Two bodyguards instantly secured the doors, while another tossed a t

emergency stop step

e was terrifyingly pale, his lips drained of all color. Every measured step cost him visible, agonizing effort

clusive, ruthless titan of th

ity SUVs idling outside-his convoy had clearly been fo

faint, highly specific scent drifted over her-a bitter

f his right wrist as he gripped the chair. Beneath the pale sk

pupils co

ce, sketched in the encrypted journals of

ned to inflict agonizing nerve spasms, followed by a three-year decay of the five sense

rocked his broad shoulders, cold sweat instantly beading along his hairline. He clenched h

er decision.

guards materialized in her path, their hands reaching

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e paces away, keeping her hands visib

t smells of bitter copper," Aurora stated, her voice carrying effortlessly in the silent din

ready to subdue her, bu

ing haze of pain. "Stand down," Damian ordered, his voice

ds stepp

reached out. Without asking permission, she pressed two steady fi

d him without consent in years. But the absolute clinical

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's Kiss," Aurora said, her voice f

cks. His stoic mask shattered, r

ed toxin. He had spent millions hunting for a cure, only to be

re him in a torn dress. "Who are you?" he demanded, hi

hout flinching, a cold, confiden

he said smoothly. "What matters is that I am the onl