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Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress

Chapter 2 The Stolen Heiress

Word Count: 733    |    Released on: Today at 11:56

vy gown was gone, replaced by a simple silk robe. Through the floor

stared at her reflection. The face wa

ine of a unique, custom-made bracelet. It had b

soul lingered, that she had learned the shocking truth

rged back, sh

er hospital room, during the

he's dying! If she dies, what if the Sincla

irl can't prove she was the infant who disappeared from that hospital in Mon

y made Cassie's breath catch in her

t a foste

a stolen

s their biological daughter, Amelia. Amelia was their precious child. Cassie was

arriage to Alex for the

lton using the family foundation for money laundering, the

to sile

secret of her

th the promise of revenge. She was no lon

ake the Beaumont family an

on her wrist. Its intricate, anc

committed the

d a solid foundation. And Adrian Rowland, the he

as frail, sickly, not exp

orary husband who would provide her with

nd family was not a monolith. Alex's father,

ter of the Rowland family's power struggle. But only f

the minibar, pouring her

own her throat, calmin

o solidify her posit

drian's approval, or at the

ad whispered at the altar. "A bo

eat. It was more like... an assessmen

ore complex than t

last of the wedding guests were leaving.

otting their next move. They would try to have the marriage

Adrian stood by her, the Rowland

st in thought, a soft

d a beat. She turned

rson outside seemed patie

the handle turned.

out of his tuxedo and was wearing a dark,

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“I was standing at the altar of St. Trinity Church, about to exchange vows with my fiancé, Alex Rowland. But when the officiant spoke, Alex didn't take my hand. He reached toward the side door, where my foster sister, Amelia, was waiting in her own wedding dress. In my past life, I was paralyzed by the humiliation. Later, when I uncovered my foster family's dark secrets, Alex pushed me into the freezing Atlantic. As icy water filled my lungs, he sneered that a mere foster girl never deserved his love. After I died, my soul lingered just long enough to hear my foster parents' chilling confession. I wasn't an orphan. I was a stolen heiress. They had kidnapped me as an infant, used me as a disposable pawn to pave the way for their biological daughter, and murdered me to steal my identity bracelet. I died drowning in betrayal, my true identity buried forever, treated like a stray dog by the monsters I called family. Opening my eyes again, I was back at the altar, right before the moment of my public ruin. This time, I ignored Alex's outstretched hand, lifted the hem of my gown, and walked straight past him. I stopped in front of his sickly, untouchable cousin-the true billionaire heir of the Rowland family. "Mr. Rowland, will you marry me?"”