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Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress

Chapter 5 The Family Council

Word Count: 775    |    Released on: Today at 11:56

ly tailored white dress. She looked elegant and

the hallway. He was dressed in a fitted grey suit. Though

roval crossed his eyes. He n

h his. They walked side by side toward the main house's

side of the long mahogany table sat a furiou

thur Rowland, a mild-mannered but sharp-e

able for Cassie, then sat beside her. The seating arr

drian, what in God's name do you think you're doing? Letting

calm, "Cassie is now my wife, the mistre

ed to be my fiancée! She publicly humiliated me at our wedding and seduced

rned to ice. "Alex, sit down. You are in no

everyone's surprise, Alex was cowed into silence,

power he concealed beneath his frail exte

e, there was indeed an 'incident' at yesterday's w

ached to his former fiancée, and Miss Beaumont is already

nt. Everyone stare

look of wild joy. They tho

ing to do! Adrian, I know you've been wronged, but for the family's reputation, this

bout to speak, but Adrian

derstand why Adrian was saying thi

able, clenched into a fist, he

e table, his hand covered hers, g

at him. Adrian gave her a

e was luring Marcus and Alex int

ss Amelia over. As for Cassie..." Adrian looked at her, feigning contemplation,

ned. "As it should

matter settled, reached for hi

it, leaning on a cane, walked in. The f

triarch, Beatrice Rowland. A

om stood up. "Moth

wk's, swept over everyone pres

straight, her expression calm.

to the head of the table-the seat t

opped the temperature in the room by several degrees. "Since wh

the true power in the Rowland family. The real "weapo

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Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress
Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress
“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?"”