The Disowned Daughter And Her Billionaire Comeback

Chapter 2

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e downloaded blueprints and zoning regulations, sketches littering the desk. The bruise on her cheekbone had dulle

. "Mother, is Dad really letting that adopted girl h

llion-dollar project to a girl whose only value is that we haven't thrown her out yet? He's buying time

lass vial. "High-concentration sleeping aid. Colorles

it up. "What

no inheritance, no prospects. Pierce Grant may not be a prince, but he's a Grant. That's more than a girl like

enjoy this. She hadn't enjoyed any of it. But Amie had left her no choice. The girl was about to destroy everything the family ha

lf another cup o

al problem on her screen, head throbbin

ass on the desk. "You've been at

to question the gestu

a flicker of something unre

ed to stand-her legs buckled. She collapsed onto the rug. The last thing s

ar king-sized bed. The air reeked of cigars and

room doo

e oil on water. "Little beauty. Your father gift-wrapped you for me." He untied his r

elivered her to a predator. The drug made it nearly impossible to move, but surviva

ake you comfortable.

the word out, slurred

endered, Pierce turn

d the lamp and swung w

back of his skull in a

riek-and collapsed, blood wel

led off the

at her limbs, the corridor stretching and til

t cutting across the carpet. She threw herself through

ve out agai

eather sofa. A single ember of a cig

hadow swallowed her

pair of eyes, deep and

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“Amie Sanford was the Mills family's adopted daughter, treated like a charity case and forced to wear old, off-the-rack dresses while her sister flaunted couture. At a high-society gala, her adoptive father publicly announced her sudden engagement to Pierce Grant, a predatory, fifty-year-old man known for his depravity. She was nothing but a transaction, the price to win the coveted Sterling Point Development project. Amie refused to be sold and made a desperate bet: give her three months to win the contract herself, or she'd marry Pierce. But her adoptive mother and sister couldn't wait. They laced her milk with a high-concentration sedative and had bodyguards deliver her unconscious body to Pierce's hotel bed. Waking up paralyzed and burning with fever, she had to smash a heavy brass lamp over Pierce's head just to escape into the hallway. Dragging her drugged, failing body through the opulent corridors, Amie felt a profound, terrifying despair. Why did the family she grew up with hate her enough to destroy her life? How could she fight a billionaire empire with absolutely nothing to her name? Stumbling into a random penthouse to hide, she looked up at the cold, towering stranger inside and proposed the craziest idea of her life. "Mr. Grant, you need a wife to deal with your family. I need a husband to escape my situation." The next morning, she returned to the Mills estate, slapped a marriage certificate bearing the name 'Harlon Grant' onto the coffee table, and walked out to build her own empire-completely unaware that her new fake husband was the most powerful man in New York.”