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

Chapter 7

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ed. With those "flies" swatted away, Kathrine's

ense I usually had to endure from socialites. She was a woman

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gnificant expense for her-a woman trying to establish her independence from her family

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e table, a faint wince crossing her face as s

me VIP black card for Aurelia sent to Miss Kathrin

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f at her old apartment

ing out. "Thank you for dinner," she said, th

k disappear into the building, a na

quietly watched the building. After a while, a light flickered on in a window on the street

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I cut in, my tone firm. "She is the

negotiated with me. The way she held her head high even as she pal

was no longer just ab

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the ones my family had pushed on me. As their faces passed throu

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er for me to go upstairs and

ded, his tone confused. But I could

certainly visit Mrs. Sharpe, but m

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a bouquet of white roses. I remembered reading somewh

driver the florist's address. "I'm

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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."”