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The Disowned Daughter And Her Billionaire Comeback

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 461    |    Released on: Today at 14:13

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The Disowned Daughter And Her Billionaire Comeback
The Disowned Daughter And Her Billionaire Comeback
“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.”