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Jilted Heiress: Marrying My Billionaire Enemy

Jilted Heiress: Marrying My Billionaire Enemy

Author: Grump
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 802    |    Released on: Today at 10:28

ust landed at the base of t

s the cabin floor. His heavy boot crushed the frost with a loud crunch

only has time for one coordinate. Your weak little

into her slender wrists. As the sole heir to the East Coast old-money Macdonald family trust and this year's Academy Award frontrunner for Best Actress, she was us

he familiar name flashing on the screen: Hugh Maxwell, the second son of

press the speaker button. Howling wind and hurried footsteps instantlycra

oice came through, t

e of strength from her throat. "Hugh... I'm in the aband

er end for two seconds, foll

like a bucket of ice water poured over her head. "Hazel, how many times are you going to play this game? Do

frost slid down her cheeks. "It's not an act... They have gu

ways been frail. She's down in the southern valley right now, too terr

b echoed through the phone. "Hugh... I

orphaned cousin the Macdonald f

again toward Hazel. "Stop throwing a tantrum, Hazel. I have to make sure Kaylee ma

til warm bloodbena tasted on her tongue. "If

the Hamptons," Hugh cut her off coldly. "Don't u

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ne echoed through

oks like Young Master Maxwell doesn't care if you live or di

only iron brazier in the room. The dying embers hissed and went out in the snow.

ned helplessly against the cedar pillar, trying to curl into a ball, but her limbs had lost all feeling. Th

pped back from managing her family's hundred-billion-dollar trust to boost his media career, and how she had acted as his public relations

ng high-beam headlights cut through the swirling snow, lighting up the broken cabin window. A car door was kic

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Jilted Heiress: Marrying My Billionaire Enemy
Jilted Heiress: Marrying My Billionaire Enemy
“Kidnapped and trapped in a freezing mountain cabin, my fiancé's rescue helicopter finally arrived. But the kidnapper said he only had time to save one person: me, or my fragile adopted cousin, Kaylee. Through the satellite phone, my fiancé of seven years mocked my desperate pleas for help. "Do you really think staging a kidnapping will force me to announce our engagement?" He chose to save Kaylee, leaving me to freeze to death in the snowstorm. As my body turned to ice, my sworn enemy, the ruthless Wall Street tyrant Banks Gordon, tore through the blizzard to save me. Holding my dying body against his bare chest, he wept. Right then, a video message from Kaylee popped up on the kidnapper's dropped phone. She smugly confessed that she had orchestrated the kidnapping, stolen my fiancé, and was the one who murdered my parents by cutting their car's brake lines. I died in the arms of the man I had treated as an enemy for ten years, realizing he was the only one willing to die for me. I had spent my life loving a man who abandoned me like trash, and protecting a cousin who slaughtered my family. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the dressing room on the afternoon of the Oscars red carpet. Walking out into the flashing cameras, I publicly dumped my cheating fiancé and walked straight into my sworn enemy's lap.”