On The Day I Was Abandoned, I Married A Mysterious Billionaire

Chapter 4

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ared out the window, her jaw tight, betraying t

overheard that woman on the phone, Molly, humiliating her with such venomou

ithin myself. The feeling of being betrayed, of

vulnerability, she had pulled herself together, negotiating terms wi

Arts, which was a subsidiary recently acquired by my company. An excellent work record, but a

-certainly cleaner than the socialites who only wanted my mone

to house her, her phone rang,

t the scree

he hesitated for a long

id, her voice

out speakerphone, I could hear the rage in his voi

cross Kathrine's lips. "What now? Isn't

astard Troy Beaumont! Now we've angered the Beaumont fam

o used his family's influence to get whatever he wanted. At t

to do with me?" she a

d your office and took care of your leave. You're going to the Beaumont Group gala to

to a scumbag just to clean up the mess for

se and fall with rapid breath

he asked, her words c

get who provides everything for you! If you mess thi

, listening to the t

as my wife. Even if only in name, I would

the rearview mirror

almost imperceptible confirmation, his

back into the leather seat, exhausted, and

in the car wa

t a restaurant that looked decent.

me out of the car like a pupp

o defiant, I had a premonition for the first tim

d forward, the act of protecting

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On The Day I Was Abandoned, I Married A Mysterious Billionaire

Mattie Valelly Romance

“I sat alone at the upscale restaurant for an hour, waiting to finalize the details of my engagement party. Then, my fiancé's assistant called to tell me Earl wasn't coming. My stepsister, Molly, had suffered another perfectly timed "emergency," and Earl was at the hospital holding her hand. This was the fifth time this month. I was the one who saved his family's sinking business, but lately, he just called me "too aggressive," preferring Molly's fake, wide-eyed helplessness. "Poor Molly, so glad Earl was there for her," read the caption on her victorious hospital selfie. To make matters worse, my stepfather called, screaming at me to attend a dinner and apologize to a notorious creep just to clean up Molly's latest social mess. In their eyes, I wasn't a daughter or a partner. I was just a sacrificial asset to be used and discarded. The humiliation and betrayal made my blood run cold. I had given them my everything, only to be treated like garbage. But this time, I didn't beg or cry. "Tell him we're over," I said to the assistant, and blocked Earl's number. I went to City Hall alone in the dead of night to bury my wasted years, only to bump into a breathtakingly dangerous stranger who had just coldly ended his own engagement. He looked at me with ice-blue eyes and proposed the most insane idea I had ever heard. "I need a fiancée. You need a shield. A contract." I looked at the billionaire stranger, took a deep breath, and changed my fate. "I agree."”