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Betrayed And Married To The Billionaire Cousin

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 668    |    Released on: Today at 18:22

the room and sto

ssive king-sized bed draped in crisp charcoal linens, f

g her arms. "We had an agree

y to my family's trust supervisors. They don't enter the master suite without permission. But if anyone outside this room

t sofa in the sitting area of the suite. "I'll take the sofa. You ta

ghtly, an amused glint in

atte-black American Express Centurion card and an e

," Adrian

shaking her head. "I don't nee

right hand, and pressed the heavy titanium card

e the wife of Adrian Wooten. If you are seen carrying a regular debit card or taking the subway to

tactical logic behind his demand, even if her independent s

she mu

room. They sat at opposite ends of a ten-foot ma

shed with fresh cilantro in front of Ivana, she subtl

Adrian caught the micro-expr

once. The butler appear

s steak. "Replace it with the asparagus bisque. And ensure

nd whisked the bow

rprised. "You didn'

nion not looking miserabl

the dining room opened. Adrian's chief of staff, Im

don acquisition team encountered a regulatory b

seconds, signed the bottom with a dec

said, turning to Ivana. "I'll be gone for

ve of relief. Three days without his

He paused, his gaze lingering on her face

ile I'm away," Adrian said soft

the room with Iman, leaving

ster suite. Just as she sat on the velvet sofa,

n anonymous text gl

little reporter. By Friday, the whol

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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.”