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Betrayed And Married To The Billionaire Cousin

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 786    |    Released on: Today at 18:22

spread in a row on the glass t

her gaze fixed on the bold black print

these?" sh

water over ice, and carried one over to her. His demeanor was r

arriage agreement," Adrian said calmly, handing her the glass. "Valid until th

e crossed her arms over the bath

ve known each other for le

s little performance this morning wasn't just about venting spite. The Wooten family trust requires the principal heir to maintain a stable, scandal-free p

ou want to use me to craft the

ols three major public relations firms in Manhattan. By noon, your face will be on the cover of every tabloid, branded a s

Wooten family machine. As an investigative journalist trying to make a na

ly, his gray eyes locking on

ll immunity, unlimited resources, and the power to grind Fletcher and Bre

se family had never tolerated betrayal. Fletcher had drugged her a

ugh the pages. Her investigative instincts kicked in as she quickly s

my story assignments--including my investigation into Breanne Wiley. Second, strict separation of private quarters. We will never share a bedroom. Third, upon dissolution of the marriage, both parties b

onds, an unreadable emotion flic

" he sai

ontblanc pen from his suit p

y as she turned to the final page and sign

ickly on the cri

neath her name with a sweeping, author

said, standing up and sliding the documents back into

"I said separat

, and he added, "The investigators hired by Fletcher's mother are watching my apartment and your place. If we live s

otest further, Adri

car is downstairs. I'll

ly up in front of the sleek glass tower that hou

reanne stood on the wide granite steps leading to the

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Betrayed And Married To The Billionaire Cousin
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“Ivana Chase thought her engagement to corporate heir Fletcher Wooten was her safe haven. That was until she followed an anonymous tip to Room 802 and found him tangled in the sheets with Breanne Wiley, a supposed diamond heiress. "You're like a glass of room-temperature tap water, Ivana. No flavor. No connections," Fletcher sneered, not even bothering to cover himself. To ensure she didn't make a public scene, he spiked her champagne and planned to throw her to a group of executives for entertainment. Drugged and desperate, Ivana smashed an ashtray at his feet and fled, accidentally collapsing into the private suite of Adrian Wooten, Fletcher's ruthless billionaire cousin. The next morning, the suite's doors were kicked open by a swarm of reporters. Fletcher stood at the front, staging a massive moral scandal to ruin her reputation and disqualify Adrian from the family trust. Looking at Fletcher's performative rage and the blinding camera flashes, Ivana's chest constricted with glacial fury. She was nothing but a disposable pawn in their dirty corporate game, meant to be ruined and silenced forever. Instead of cowering, she stepped out, slapped Fletcher across the face, and announced to the press that she was Adrian's fiancée. To her shock, the cold-blooded billionaire wrapped an arm around her waist, handed her a binding marriage contract, and gave her the ultimate weapon to destroy them both.”