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The Betrayed Heiress: Marrying His Billionaire Rival

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 630    |    Released on: 11/09/2026

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w. She took a slow, steadying breath, schoolin

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or behind him. "I got your message. I cam

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r and approached her slowly, a

ou have every right to be. But firing Sh

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but he recovered quickly

rible mistake. She threw herself at

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answer for

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hands away as i

t tou

nged tactics again, appeal

ve the Children's Hope Foundation gala tonight.

nto. The irony was suffocating. Her first instinct was to refuse. But then a cold, calc

voice clipped. "I'll g

is features. He

ld gown," he said, already directin

around her neck felt like ice. At the gala at The Plaza, they were the pict

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, he guided her

"The foundation has a new sponsorship program. We could sponsor a child d

ittle boy with light brown hair and famil

pine. The boy looked... fami

softly. "His mother is unable to

to support... who? A horrifying suspicion began

ld, mocking smile curling her lips, as

enevolent smile. "Let's give h

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The Betrayed Heiress: Marrying His Billionaire Rival
The Betrayed Heiress: Marrying His Billionaire Rival
“I stepped into my husband's office to surprise him with a custom gift, a soft smile on my lips. Instead, I pushed open the door to find him locked in a passionate kiss with another woman. But the nightmare was just beginning. Scattered across his desk was my personal bank statement, stamped with a bold, red line: ACCOUNT CLOSED - ZERO BALANCE. He hadn't just broken my heart; he had been systematically draining my wealth. I soon uncovered the horrifying depth of his long con. The "charity" he championed was secretly funding a two-year-old son he had with his mistress. He had planted his own relatives in my home as spies, all while preparing to sign a massive deal that would steal control of my family's entire corporate empire. I had given him my total trust, my money, and my love. How could the man who slept beside me every night be a cold-blooded stranger orchestrating my absolute ruin? He thought I would just break down and cry like a weak, naive heiress. "You're acting like a child," he had the nerve to tell me when I confronted him. He was dead wrong. Wiping away my single tear, I walked straight into the office of his most ruthless billionaire rival and proposed a marriage of convenience. He wanted to take everything from me. Now, I was going to leave him with absolutely nothing.”