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Betrayed Heiress: The Billionaire's Contract Bride

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 672    |    Released on: 21/10/2026

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fox." He pressed the intercom button on the wall. "Estill, take Madam

down the long hallway. Stepping inside the guest room, she shut the

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Betrayed Heiress: The Billionaire's Contract Bride
Betrayed Heiress: The Billionaire's Contract Bride
“My parents passed away, leaving me as the sole heir to the Dale family's twenty percent trust fund. But the people I trusted most-my fiancé and my own cousin-conspired to steal it all. They sent masked thugs to a cliffside, forcing me to jump into the freezing Atlantic Ocean. While I was drowning in the abyss, they were at the Waldorf Astoria, throwing a lavish engagement party. My fiancé put on a pained face for the cameras, claiming he would manage my shares in my memory. My cousin leaned against his chest, wearing the couture gown meant for my wedding. They thought they could murder me, roll around naked on my bed, and swallow my fortune without a trace. They truly believed I was just a stupid bimbo who deserved to be played and thrown away. But I didn't die in that pitch-black water. Instead, I was fished out by Wall Street's most ruthless billionaire, Caesar Whitfield. To survive and protect my inheritance, I signed a top-secret marriage agreement with him. The very next night, wearing a black silk dress, I kicked open the heavy doors of their engagement banquet. "My dear fiancé, my funeral hasn't even been held yet, and you're already rushing to marry my cousin?" I held up the USB drive containing their sex tape, backed by my new husband's heavily armed security team. It was time to take back what belonged to me.”