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The Billionaire Fiancee's Revenge

Author: Mira Sunset

Chapter 1 A Toast to Treachery

Word Count: 1149 | Released on: 27/10/2025

shimmered like a

t hotel lounge, a room pulsing with music, mo

iling. The air smelled of champagne, expensive cologne, and the

stood the man of the h

nt, sitting back in a velvet chair with his jacket undone and tie loose around his neck, he didn't loo

les rise and fade. Around him, his friends were loud and

ce thick with drink. He slapped Alexander's back with the

corners of his mouth cu

. "I'm not disap

ughter. Someone turned the music louder. Another bot

far corner,someon

te against the shimmer of the room. She moved with the elegance of someone who once bel

t, she did

s borrowed. St

conscious in a supply closet, drugged

ed twice at the quiet serve

ey might've seen th

that hadn't dulled despite time. The man she'd once dreamed of marrying stoo

ber

tung even

he wealth, the title. The life Summ

ll glass vial, cool and fragile against her palm.

, her reflection rip

u've come this far. Y

a whisper, a vow

he gr

she p

isappearing beneath the bubbles.

, and crossed the room. Each step felt l

voice steady though her throat ached. She ext

gnize her. Of course, he wouldn't. The lighting was dim, he

e glass, and drank

r stood still, watching every swallow like it wa

d. Her pulse raced. Maybe

ce crossed his face. He loose

ttered, pressing a

gain. "Man can't hold his liquor!

her heart was beating so loud

had n

ter and smoke. His steps were uneven now. By the time he reached the ele

iling him at a safe distance. You

ng. The mirrored surface caught her refl

uite, the number 1207 glowed

nto the bed, his breath uneve

ound that was part relief,

n was w

a small phon

l well". Bring medicin

hit

er hands shook as she straightened her dress beneath. She fixed her hair, reapp

tray neatly by th

eadied. Her m

she k

eak voice came from

slipped through before h

arp motion, she

"Summer... what are you doing here?" he rasped,

st tighten. Once, it had sounded

oice trembling with the

der," she said, each word shaking

Even weakened, his

ords slurring together. "Kimberly is

ind her eyes-someth

en I'll make sure she

ng glass and sound. The lights flickere

breath ragged, eyes blazing

ds gripping his shoulders, her lip

u don't get to look at me like I'm the villain."

wild with emotion-anger, love, grief-all tangled

love turned obsession, by the a

gainst his, the room spun

Chapter End

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The Billionaire Fiancee's Revenge

Mira Sunset Billionaires

“Kimberly Clark believed she had finally escaped a lifetime of being overlooked because of her plain looks. After years of standing in the shadow of her sister, she had found her place-and her heart-in Alexander Wellington, heir to a powerful empire. With him, she was no longer invisible. She was seen, valued, and loved. Their wedding was meant to mark the moment her painful past gave way to a brighter future. But on the night of Alexander's bachelor party, her sister, Summer, struck with ruthless precision. Disguised as hotel staff, she drugged his drink and followed him into his room-her jealousy twisting into obsession. Alexander resisted, fighting the haze overtaking his body. "Stop, Summer," he groaned, shoving her back. But she clung tighter, whispering words meant to wound: "She doesn't deserve you. I'm the one you should want." Then came the message-sent from an unknown number. Kimberly, hurry. Alexander isn't feeling well. Room 1207. She rushed to the hotel, heart pounding with fear. When the door swung open, she saw Alexander on the bed with Summer-his shirt undone, Summer pressed against him. To her, this was betrayal. The man she trusted above all seemed to have shattered her. Blinded by heartbreak, she fled into the night. Tears blurred her vision as she stumbled into the street. Headlights flared. The impact was brutal. Glass tore into her face, blood pooling as the car sped away. She was left broken. Her face was destroyed. An elderly man, grieving his own losses, found her and refused to let her die. She lost her memory, but he gave her a new name, flew her abroad for facial reconstruction, and stood by her through every painful surgery. Three years passed. Her face was rebuilt. Her body healed. Her memory returned. Her soul was sharpened by pain. Now, she returns-not as the ignored daughter, not as the bride who bled in the street. She carries a new face, a new identity, and a vow carved deep within her: To reclaim what was hers. To confront the sister who betrayed her. And to face Alexander-the man who once held her heart, the man she cannot forget, and the man she must decide whether to love again... or destroy. The Billionaire Fiancée's Revenge When love is broken by betrayal, vengeance becomes the only vow.”