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Return Of The Vicious Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 3 Bride changes hands

Word Count: 820    |    Released on: Today at 16:04

lores Rich, seeing a sliver of hope, scrambled to her feet and grabbed his trouser leg.

nd hard as granite. He slowly, deliberately,

ss Rich, I believe there has been a misunderstanding. Our

are not the party named in the agreement." Dolores collaps

to read. He extended a hand. "Miss Carlisle, since you are

a. She had expected a fight, a negotiation. S

ort IV nodded

nstead, she asked a question. "Mr. Davenport, are you sure? Marr

th lifted in something that resembled a smile. "The Dav

his trouble to get here. This is the mome

crackled with a silent challenge. After a few second

heat of his palm, a stark contrast

to protest, but a single, sharp look from Arthur Davenport IV silenced

edding planner, his tone leaving no room f

tated mother and escorted out of the ballroom like a dog being kicked

room by the guards, to await

instructions from the chief of staff. He cleared his throat, h

against the sea of white and pastel. But standing there on the alt

her hand. He led her to

bizarre new couple and st

o be your husband?" Adria's response w

man to be your wife?" Hudson's repl

the cold language of business. But it w

the diamond ring meant for Dolores. It was obvi

thout a second thought. From his own pinky finger, he removed a

symbol of Davenport male authority, onto her ring finger

mured in her ear, his voic

ll the clean, woodsy scent of his colo

she whispered back, "A tempor

I now pronounce you husband and

see how this 'contract couple' would navig

Adria didn't move, but he

s were about to t

, almost imperceptible touch. Then he straightened up and a

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Return Of The Vicious Billionaire Heiress
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“Three-year-old Adria Carlisle was dragged out of a warm car into the freezing rain by her father, Herman Rich. He shoved her small body into the mud outside a dilapidated orphanage, stuffing a crumpled fifty-dollar bill into her teddy bear. "From today on, you don't have a father," he said coldly. He abandoned her in the storm just to steal the Carlisle family's vast fortune for his own wife and daughter. For seventeen years, Herman erased Adria's existence, officially declaring her dead in a tragic accident. Using her stolen inheritance, he elevated his biological daughter, Dolores, to the dazzling heights of New York high society. He even arranged for Dolores to marry Hudson Davenport, the ruthless king of the city's financial empire. Dolores was about to take Adria's rightful place in an ancient, ironclad marriage contract between the two powerful families. Did Herman really think a fabricated death could bury the truth forever? Did Dolores truly believe that stolen wealth and a stolen fiancé could belong to her without any consequences? On the day of the grand wedding, just as the priest asked if anyone objected, the heavy oak doors of the ballroom were thrown open. Adria Carlisle, now a terrifyingly powerful figure, walked down the aisle with the original contract in hand. "I'm not here to cause trouble," she announced to the stunned crowd. "I'm just here to take back what's mine. Including this wedding, and the groom."”