Betrayed And Married To The Billionaire Cousin

Chapter 6

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five, Ivana's phone buzz

downstair

porters in the bullpen. Ever since the scene on the front steps that morning, t

coat and took the ele

oor the moment she approached. Ivana slid onto the leather seat, finding

ne rang shrilly in her purse. T

text popped up: You think you've won? You w

creen toward Adrian. "Your c

d, dismissive smirk. He reached over, took the phone from

d the intercom button connecting to the

ood, Mr.

rom adjacent parking bays, flanking the Maybach as

front of the Maybach. Without a moment's hesitation, the lead Escalade swerved hard, its heavy steel

eched. Met

les whitening as she watched the dis

elp?" she asked, he

," Adrian replied calmly, not even looking up fr

t a shiver down her spine. In Manhattan, Adrian W

oric stone steps of New York Cit

As her fingers touched his palm, his grip was warm, solid

scort in a tailored suit guided them through a private secu

A city clerk stood behind a polished desk, nervously adjusting h

s voice trembling slightly. "Everything is p

at the line

ace in the world without leaning on the Chase empire in Seattle. Now, sh

pen. Taking a steadying bre

her fingers, his signatur

own, embossing the state cr

a leather-bound folder containing their official marr

ternoon sun on the steps of City Hall, ho

untouchable, and now, legally bound to her entire existe

ger, and she had no idea wha

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Lila Storm Romance

“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.”