Betrayed And Married To The Billionaire Cousin

Chapter 9

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message for five seconds, took a

anonymous cowards. She had spent five years investiga

trousers, took a town car arranged by the penthouse staff, and ar

akroom, a chorus of obsequious lau

holding a cup of artisanal coffee, surrounded by thr

up. "He's negotiating the purchase of an estate in Beverly Hills as a wedding gift for Fletcher an

med in with bre

an empty mug, and placed it

, blocking the path to the

mocked. "Did Adrian get tired of your little act and l

eaming into her cup with a steady hiss. She turned around,

nne," Ivana said calmly, lifting her mug. "Because if they ar

ker of panic darting across her eyes before she ma

without giving he

irs up to the rooftop terrace of the building. The terrace was

n, an agitated, hushed voice caught her ear

u I already pa

red. She stepped lightly onto the rubberized roof pavers

clutching her phone to her ear, her

. "You supplied the roofies and you paid off the front desk clerk to g

mplete silence, tapped the voice recorder app, and

oing twenty years in federal prison for armed bank robbery, we're both screwed! Fletcher thinks I'm a South African m

led into a cold,

deral prison. A comple

s the daughter of a convicted felon running

ear, high-definition audio file. She immediately uploade

the smok

lly to slip back to

el on the roof paver, the sharp sound

oice cut of

d, her footsteps rushing towar

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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.”