The Disowned Daughter And Her Billionaire Comeback

Chapter 3

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loor. Flushed face. Shallow, ragged breathing. Bare feet.

least two men. Their voices carried through the door, muffle

or. The men were hunting her. A drugged, barefoot woman with a fresh br

a private elevator by two men in suits. He told himself it wasn't his problem. He finished his drink and walked away.

nd lifted the wom

in hot through the fabric of her dress.

low. The night stretched. Harlon stayed in the armchair by the window, replacing the compress ev

men's clothes, size small.

ht cut through

as wrinkled and stained but intact. Fragments of the night before crashed ba

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l off, shirtsleeves rolled to his forearms. He saw her awake and gave a slight

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n't want." She sat up straighter, ignoring the pounding in her skull. "A contract marriage. We don't interfere in each other's l

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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.”