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Marrying The Disguised Tycoon For Sweet Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 732    |    Released on: 22/07/2026

as so absurd,

g. She pulled the sheet tighter around herself. "Who are you

family is from back home. They keep trying to set me up with girls I

ID. The name on it was clear: Leo Price. "I'm nobody special

ind racing. It was insane.

complete stranger, a man who worked f

eded. A home. A way to escape the constant scrutiny of a parol

f the family. He was an invaluable source of information. Through him, she might learn wh

he continued, his voice calm and even. "A contract. We live as roommates. I provide you

o emotional involvement. No interference in each other

s a carefully

sked, the question

ed help as much as I do. We're in the

beat. He was right

f Felice's triumphant smile. Caden's cold rejection. Her father's death. The

anything. P

his eyes. "Okay. I agree. Bu

rhaps-passed through his eyes. "Of co

in. "Your lawyer? A driv

oss's company for employees. A perk of the job." The explanat

l business. "Get dressed.

red, caught off g

ing in the world. "The sooner we're legally married, the sooner y

n't argue

black dress from last night was torn an

oset. "There are some new clothes in there.

dress and a pair of canvas s

w, speaking quietly into his phone. His tone was clipped, authoritative, nothing like the humble driver he

er side of him sent a shive

?" he

pushing her

ng sun. Kristy felt as though she were stepping off a cliff. She wa

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Marrying The Disguised Tycoon For Sweet Revenge
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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.”