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Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 894    |    Released on: Today at 22:28

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sickening headline on my

ead "Father." P

wing glass and answered. It wasn't co

ou done? Do you have any idea what t

cious daughter Sienna was screwing my fiancé on our anniversary,

! You don't know the truth! The person who saved Carter's li

chest and squeezed. I'm the one who saved Carter six years ago. How could I po

u say?" My v

ou ungrateful brat! We raised you for years, and this is how you repay us? Sienna let yo

All

dragging a cramping Carter to the shore. Sienna had been standing on

ienna, they were

heir eyes, everything I cherished was just something Sienna h

moment later, Carter

answer, sa

what your father said is true. Sienna just told me. She was the one who had her friend

ost made me choke. A man could justify a th

study, right?" I asked,

he other end was the

rew the phone on

tidal wave, pulling me under. I hadn't lost to Sienna. I had lost to

shoulders, but it offered no warmth. The handkerchief with "BS"

, clearing his throat apologetically. "Mis

Even this last refuge wa

couldn't go home. A hotel required an I

he cold, late-night rain. I felt like a

in front of me. The window glided down. It

e to pick you up. He said it's not safe for a young wom

and I hesitated. I knew nothing about this

back at the cold,

ngs get a

en the door

me a bottle of heated mineral water and then

ont of an ultra-secure, top-tier apartment

o a private elevator that we

ed "Mr. Sterling." He had changed into casual loungewear, whic

e is Blake Sterling,you can stay here t

d filled with questions and suspicion. "W

gia in his eyes, before his expression settled back

elping you serves a purpose.

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Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant
Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant
“On our third engagement anniversary, I bought my fiancé the watch he had wanted for months. But my phone's location tracker led me to a secluded overlook, where I caught him rocking his car with another woman. The woman in the passenger seat was my stepsister, Sienna. When I exposed their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me. Instead, they called to scream at me for ruining the family's reputation. They even rewrote history, claiming Sienna was the one who saved my fiancé from drowning six years ago, and I had stolen her credit. Carter shamelessly agreed with their lies. "She's been quietly supporting me all this time... I misunderstood." I was disowned, thrown out into the freezing rain, and my adoptive father threatened to use his corporate empire to crush my small bakery. I finally understood that to them, I was just a temporary placeholder, a stepping stone for Sienna to take everything I cherished whenever she pleased. I refused to let them destroy me. To protect my bakery and tear down their hypocritical lives, I walked into the penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire to propose a fake PR relationship. But he slid a two-year marriage contract across the table instead. Before I could fully process marrying a man I barely knew, a little blonde girl ran into the room and tugged at my dress. "Are you my new mommy?"”