Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge

Chapter 4

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air still felt tainted by the vul

the cold night wind rush in, hoping it would blow a

low, I understood with piercing clarity that Julian and

r. "It's Julian. Ava, I know I was wrong. Are we reall

emotion, finding it almost laughable. He stil

. I just block

ine, I'm begging you, please let Julian go. He can't lose the 'Starl

hing but disgust. She was just terrified that if Julian we

"Are you worthy?" Then

two pieces of trash, I fe

prepare for tomorrow's meeting. Beckett. The

become my "fiancé," other than what my mothe

rofessional hockey. His aggressive style had made him the soul of the Boston Blades-thei

is stats. The tabloids claimed he never d

r exchange of benefits. I needed his family's power as a shield for my re

flawlessly tailored white Chanel suit

propriate smile, ensuring I would be in perfect f

the first time in seven years w

er private club in Boston, followin

he designated private room. Taking a deep

a perfectly fitted black suit, his frame tall and imposing. Even

f the door, he

is face, my

thern glacier. His nose was straight and high, his lips thin and pressed into a hard line. A faint scar

Colder and more magnetic in

aid, his voice as low

mposure, giving him a slight nod a

ng appraised. It was unsettling, but I met it wi

Sterl

bottles. My phone had been ringing off the hook with cal

an, what are we going to do? If the group really goes bank

ying solve anything?" my mind was consumed by the i

ger on Scarlett. "If you hadn't insisted on comin

gan to sob even harder. "I was just try

a sigh. I pulled her into my arms, making a promise. "D

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Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge

Leah Modern

“For seven years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress to the Carlisle fortune, running a small bakery in Brooklyn to secretly fund my boyfriend's hockey career. Just as he became a star player, I checked our joint account to plan a celebration, only to find the balance sitting at exactly $1.37. He had secretly wired millions of my money to his mistress and their three-year-old son. When I confronted him with the evidence, he didn't even try to apologize. "Scarlett is my savior. Let's just part on good terms. Name your price, how much do you want?" He scoffed at my silence, mocking me as a broke baker, and ruthlessly kicked me out of the luxury penthouse-completely unaware that I was the one who had paid for it. I had dropped out of an Ivy League school and sold my grandmother's jewelry to support him through his lowest points, only to realize I was just a walking ATM and the unwitting backdrop for his real family. Looking at his condescending face, my shattered heart finally turned to dust. I didn't scream, cry, or beg like he expected. I simply packed my suitcase, walked out into the cold night, and dialed a number I knew by heart. "Mom, I'll agree to the marriage with the Montgomery family." It was time to marry his biggest rival and show him exactly who he had crossed.”