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Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 777    |    Released on: Today at 22:28

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brought to carefully conceal the exhaustion on my face.

negotiation. I could

d email from Chloe. The subject:

ormation was far more detailed t

his cold, precise methods. Under his leadership, Apex Holdings had d

emanded absolute obedience. Any teammate who

email was about

"All sources point to one conclusion: Blak

gossip sites occasionally snapped photos of him with models

eply distrustful, even disgusted, by intimacy. He o

news. A man who didn't believe in love, only in

would be purely transaction

. "Those lowlifes. I heard the Hayes family is pul

ldn't just make them infamous. I would defeat them in the ar

asn't just about self-preservation. It was a declara

t. The woman in the mirror looked back at me, her eyes sharp,

th and walked out

-rimmed glasses was already waiting. He looked to

ham, Mr. Sterling's personal attor

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h other. I braced myse

ss Matthews, this is a draft of a partnership

beat faster. All my prepared speeches

n I saw the title, my

s Services Agreement" or an

a Marriage and Pr

I could barely think. Marr

aring at Leo Graham in d

cussing the weather. "Exactly what it says. Mr. Sterling is not propos

n struck by lightni

be his girlfriend. His pla

ane. We had

my voice. "Why? Wh

ontract is far more binding than any PR agreement. It would also be the most effect

ndered onto a giant's chessboard. Every move I t

e was back from a morning workout, dressed in black athletic wear, a ligh

corner of his mouth tugged up i

d things. So, Miss Faye Ma

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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?"”