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Flash Marriage to My Billionaire Savior

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1128    |    Released on: Today at 11:10

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headed straight to

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my own eyes just how ab

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at the entrance, I saw

n and Bella leaning intim

lace, my fingers go

e my parents had originally book

ecords, the coordina

nts. But Mr. Aaron O'Connor called later, saying your family had a

breathing became

still lying in

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he door of th

If Audrey sees all this and feels un

She won't be able to

al right now, she wouldn'

, my fingernails dug into

heavy oak door and

side the room c

lding a classic diamond tennis bracelet in her hand

od right

two ever ask the real fiancée?" I asked cold

iately fell from her eyes. "Audrey, please don't

ly is al

y, marched over furiously and swung her hand

ross my left cheek with

from the force, and my cheek burned

mother shrieked, pointing her perfect

out of her previous marriage, and h

t my nose and

woman who has been shamelessly stalk

r stay in the new condo for a few days, and sh

o she wants to leech off Aaron. When that fail

from the surrounding gu

she's here to

, who knew she had

d and she still chased t

ed at

that I was his real fiancée, and that the dow

ed his voice. "Audrey, do you re

lling me a mistress, saying I'm ex

nce. Her family has massive social standing in this city, if you ruin

reputation can just be

count statements and the original venue bo

sted my arm behind my back, stopping me f

g the dozens of elegantly dres

etting you see this joke," Aaron

rupt and fell into debt, her mental state has been quite unstable, consta

deed. "You claim you are his girlfriend? Then why

the documen

ndo had already bee

he money for this house came from my parents' lif

t stalkers like you," Aaron muttered

, my phone slipped out of my coat pocket and crash

antly shattered into

es, and the battery indicator

red screen on the floor, his fac

nt," Aaron sneered

ven maintain your phone battery above fifty percent. Aud

two burly security guar

w her

the club, I looked down

opped below fifty percent, Aaron w

t's can

tire relationship,

ialed a private number I had memorized

connected

end was cold and clear, yet s

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gagement poster at the club

were willing to marry me

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Flash Marriage to My Billionaire Savior
Flash Marriage to My Billionaire Savior
“For two years, my fiancé Aaron controlled my life with a sick, suffocating rule: if my phone battery dropped below fifty percent, all our plans would be immediately canceled. He claimed it was to cure my habit of procrastination. At my twenty-sixth birthday party, my battery showed forty-nine percent. With all my friends gathered and the candles on the cake already lit, Aaron coldly canceled our private room right in front of everyone. "Rules are rules, Audrey," he said, completely ignoring my burning humiliation. "Missing one birthday will finally teach you a lesson." On Thanksgiving, he was supposed to make his first formal visit to my parents. My mother had been cooking since dawn. Halfway there, Aaron's female best friend, Bella, sent a text: "My phone is dying. I'm alone at the airport and so scared." Aaron slammed on the brakes and immediately turned the car around. "My parents are still waiting at home," I reminded him. He just sped up and yelled, "Her phone is dying! What if she loses contact?" When we rushed into the airport terminal, I watched Bella throw herself into his arms. Aaron quickly pulled out his power bank, charging her phone with a tenderness he had never shown me. But as her screen lit up, I clearly saw the battery icon: ninety-eight percent. Aaron just smiled indulgently and tapped her nose. "Next time, don't scare me like this," he whispered softly. I looked down at my fully charged battery and dialed the billionaire tech CEO who had been quietly loving me for four entire years. "Are you still willing to marry me right now?"”