Marrying The Disguised Tycoon For Sweet Revenge

Chapter 2

Word Count: 797 | Released on: 22/07/2026

t's box, the orange of her jumpsuit a jarr

gunshots. They had already convicted her in the head

rocodile tears. "Kristy was always... intense," she sobbed, her voice

ent the Hill Corporation's stock into a freefall. The com

er father, Victor Hill, had suffered a massive hear

feet. A wave of darkness washed over her, and she swayed,

of light, drift

d radiant. She saw Kristy's devastation and a small, cruel

was completely absorbed in Felice, as

ter in the first degree...sentenced to a minimum of

r father was dead. Her family

d had co

lls clanged shut behind her, the

prison life. The softness faded from her face, replaced by a sharp, watchful stillness.

e walked out of the gates in a set of worn, faded clothes

s there t

, barbed-wire fences. Her hands clenched into tight fists.

z. Caden Sharpe

ueensboro Bridge, the familiar Manhattan skyline rose before her. The

st few dollars on a newspaper. Her eyes

g. The headline read: "Sharpe-Velazquez Engagement Unites Commerce and Couture." F

t the dress in the photo, a signatur

is sketchbook, a design she

ice hadn't just stolen her fiancé and her free

e. The true head of the Sharpe family, the enigmatic Fount S

pe. He was the apex of the family, the one even Caden feared. If s

ict in worn-out clothes, with less than ten dollars

fingers, she unclasped the thin platinum chain from around h

thrift store. She carefully selected a simple, elegan

ed her hair back, and changed. The woman in the mirror was a

th and walked out onto Fifth Avenue, t

dress, lifted her chin, and walke

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“I was supposed to be celebrating my engagement to Caden Sharpe. My cousin and best friend, Felice, handed me a glass of champagne for a toast. But when I woke up, I was clutching a bloody knife, and Caden's grandfather was dead on the floor. Caden walked in, looked at me with pure disgust, and refused to listen to my pleas. As the police handcuffed me, Felice leaned in close to my ear. "The drug in your champagne was my little gift. Caden is mine now." During my trial, my stepmother testified against me, and the shock caused my father to die of a massive heart attack. I was sentenced to three years in prison, abandoned by everyone. For three years in that cold cell, I watched on the news as Felice launched a couture label using my stolen design sketches and lived the glamorous life that was meant for me. My family was ruined, my father was dead, and my grandmother had mysteriously vanished. The agonizing injustice fueled a seed of pure, unadulterated hate in my heart. The day I walked out of the prison gates, I had absolutely nothing left to lose. I set my sights on Fount Sharpe, the enigmatic billionaire head of the Sharpe family, ready to do whatever it took to destroy them all. But in my desperate attempt to get to him, I accidentally ended up in a contract marriage with his humble driver instead.”