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Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress

Chapter 6 The Matriarch's Verdict

Word Count: 762    |    Released on: Today at 11:56

rcus. "Marcus, I hear you want

other, I... I was only thinking of the family's reputation. The s

augh. "The Rowland reputation was built on stre

d you or did you not conspire with the Bea

stared at his grandmother in

dmother, it was Cass

oom. "Do you think I'm a fool? That Beaumont girl had already paid off the media, with press

aces. They had never imagined their petty

ssie, who had remained silent

rising slightly from her seat. The t

rice's eyes. The girl's composure un

a what you did yeste

wanted," Cassie answered, her

amily into a scandal," Beatr

n had succeeded yesterday, the Rowland family would have welcomed a wife

even Adrian's father, Arthur, lo

Cassie for a long,

to Cassie. She addressed the

heart p

wyer in a sharp suit ente

d pairings of the two brides, Cassie and Amelia, and the two grooms, Adrian and Alex, were accidentally switched. After amicable

fe of Adrian Rowland, and the daughter-in-law of the main branch of this family

hope Marcus and Alex had of switching the brides b

isn't fair!" Marcu

fairness? Should we discuss the company funds you embezzled to cover your wi

ed, but no words came out. The

ne. "Adrian, take your wife and go rest. From this day forward, she is one o

eply to his grandmother.

der the dead-eyed stares of Alex a

ed them go, a satisf

ice and the ashen-faced

e said casually, "starting next month, you will step down from your positio

xile. Marcus slumped i

hought of all he had lost, and his eyes fille

ou, if you still want to carry the Rowland name, yo

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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?"”