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Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 846    |    Released on: Today at 16:58

Carlis

from Beckett. A long, polish

is assistant, I presumed. He gave me a polite nod. "Miss Carlis

tt. He was studying me, those ice-blue eyes like a

e finally asked, b

ne, thank yo

esture, and the assistant

oppressive. I decided to take the initiative. "Mr. Montgomery

c engagement. I require a fiancée with an impeccable background to improve my public image for upcoming contract negotiations and several key e

ver of alarm went down my spine,

done your homewor

file from the table and slid it across to me. "This i

ed it quickly. The terms were clea

necessary business and social functions together. During the term of the agreement, neither party could be involved in any sca

oth parties agree, the engagement can be peac

, and exactly what I wanted. I d

" I said, placing the docume

asked it instantly. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled ou

and my breath

t was perfect, its facets catching the light and

tating a simple fact. "It was acquired at auction in Geneva thre

m. He seemed to be merely completing a task, se

left hand, s

table to my side. His tall frame cast a shadow over me

expected him to just hand it to

contrast to his icy demeanor. The moment his skin touched mine

unyielding pressure, he slowly slid the c

fit. As if it had

and stepping back. He looked down at me, his

nk diamond on my finger. It was beautiful,

. Montgomery," I said, rising to my fee

grip firm and

" I r

y hand, a flicker of surprise in his eyes that was quickly replaced

the PR team. Prepare the press releas

. "Sir, you have the preseason game

or argument. He then turned to me. "Next week, I need to accompany m

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Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge
Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge
“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.”