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Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 855    |    Released on: Today at 22:28

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, confused. "Move

ou're my fiancée. You should, of course, go back to your 'home,' pack all

to go back to the Reynolds estate, not for a reco

re my break with the Reynolds family

with a tragic sense of pur

oval. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Rick, ta

y, heading back to the place I had live

, Carol, Sienna, and Carter were all there. It was a

d, "You dare to come back! You shame

yes red-rimmed, looking like a frightened r

lt and reproach. "Faye, why did you have to make suc

critical faces before me

my voice was ice, devoid of any emo

ou just clarify to the media that yesterday was all a misunderstanding, and a

almost laug

he eye. "Preston, have you ever truly seen me as your daughter? Or am I ju

ed a dark shade of

enna broke your favorite antique vase and sent me to bed without dinner for three days? Who was it, in college, w

eston and Carol's faces grew ugli

grievances and injustic

rward, I, Faye Matthews, have nothing to do with the Reynolds family

ed and furious reactions, I wal

covered in a thin layer of dust. It seemed no o

I only took my mother's heirlooms, my professional b

designer clothes and bags that Pr

itcase downstairs, S

e. "Faye, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Carter and I

und it amusing. I walked aroun

stop acting. All you want is the money and status Carter

"A 'love' like yours, built on betrayal, doesn't need

door. The Bentley was w

t and grabbed my wrist. "Faye, don't go! I k

in disgust, as if he

locked the doors. Carter was left outside, pounding on

g the Reynolds estate and all t

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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?"”