Marrying The Disguised Tycoon For Sweet Revenge

Chapter 5

Word Count: 647 | Released on: 22/07/2026

window of the worn Ford, the unfamiliar streets of Qu

eighborhood?" she asked,

he road. "The apartment is a rent

ower Manhattan. A long line of couples snaked out

of the car and walked a short dist

back. "Let's go. There's a

rked door where a city employee was waiting for them. The employ

she whispered, her su

hly, not meeting her eye. "I mentioned we were in a hurry, and h

boss who could explain

mbled as she signed her name, Kristy Hill. Soon,

no family, no friends. A clerk in a small, plai

r as husband and wife, they both said, "I

the City of New York, I now pr

that, it

he thought he was going to kiss her on the lips. Instead, he pressed

blush spread across her face, and

low and slightly rough in her ear. He pull

te. Staring at the official seal, Kristy felt a profo

duced two copies of a neatly pri

read through it quickly. The terms were clear, fair, and

he signed his copy.

itchen table. "This is yours. The frid

atch. "I have to

n he wa

, the keys feeling heavy in her palm. It was small, impersonal, but it

and the tears she had refused to shed for three years began to fall. She cried for he

her hand, she stood up. The grief was still there, heavy a

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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.”