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Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 782    |    Released on: Today at 22:28

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g down at the glittering expanse of Manhattan. The luxury of this place was

eston and Carol, echoed in my mind,

They tried to erase my past, to r

y nails digging into my palms. I would have

oup, a giant in New York's business worl

washed and laid out to dry on the nightstand

pt that a man who lived in a p

was my chance. My only chance. I needed a f

uest room and typed "Blake S

made me suck

s New York Titans, known as the "Ice Tyrant"

pex Holdings, a vast global empire. His wea

ar, his eyes sharp and piercing. It finally

dustry and sports notice a pathetic

ear: if I could form an alliance with him, I w

ait for his lawyer to make me an o

called my best and only

saw the news. Are you okay? Where are yo

pened, leaving out the part about Blake St

parents, who are so biased their brains

said, my voice eerily calm,

I'll go to

le. Not the public stuff. I need private information-hi

urned serious. "Faye, what are you planning? Blake

o other choice. I want to make

t with him. He could use me to create a more relatable, talked-about public image. In return,

lan. But I had t

"Okay," she finally said. "You'r

But Faye, you need to be sure about this. Once you get involved w

whispered, watching the sk

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tion. Pale face, red-rimmed eyes. I splashed c

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s Blake's assistant. He brought a brand-new, perfect

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completely seen through washing over me again

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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?"”