Married to the Billionaire I Hated

. The movement was rough-fast and forceful-and

ould only grit my teeth and hold on. Theodore, I swear one day I'll m

e city that he finally let me go. Zipping up his pants, he looked refreshed, alm

drove me straight to the gates of the Reynolds residence. Whe

from his wallet and shoved it into m

h, call the Sterlings. My mother would be thri

he road with a roar and

sed legs, forcing myself to stand tall and act like I was above it al

I went straight to my room, wrapped my arms around a photo of my fos

banging was wild, like they meant to knock the whole door down. I dragged myself

bottom before screaming,

jacket slipped open, revealing my torn clothes underne

y snapped out of it and fought back, and that's when the sound of heavy foo

ged up and slapped me across the face-hard. My cheek instant

something so disgusting?!" Vivian clutched Isabella with trembling arms,

ister's fiancé! Are you really so bitter

ing in my mouth, and glaring at Vivian's fake-

e called. You'd never have gotten the chance to meddle and set her up with him. If Madame Sterling an

s number on the back of that three-hundred-dollar 'thank you' note. That b

ved with Theodore. And considering how powerful the Sterlings are

opinion adding fuel to the fire, the St

n, promising that as long as he produced a great-grandchild

of him, Theodore didn't care who he married.

thing, for a very simple reason-it wa

I was no longer welcome there. I wasn't about to let Vivian and Isabella pull off their

ded Isabella the engage

e. "What nonsense

r conscience

ening as he pointed at me and roared, "Get out!

and turned to leave. Hubert called after me, his voice cold and sharp, "Don't show your fa

ound like a father talking to his daughter. I

lds house again. I didn't tell Grandpa anything, and Hubert wasn't

atcher, suddenly stopped me and insisted I go with him to meet a client an

taurant we were heading to. I figured I'd

th a Japanese-style setup. Oliver ordered food and d

knew how to make an entrance. If Oliver wer

"Here, have a sip. Patience is part of being in s

ur department, he was known for being all smiles on the outside and ruthless behind the scenes. I've caught

ok. "What? Think I slippe

ook a couple sips and set the glass down. He did

ease, at least

ack, he was with a man in a suit. I didn't recognize the fig

like a barrel. He sat down and gave me a slow once-ov

to meeting last time. Rumors painted him as some high-fl

d all the lies. Vivian was ruthless-handing me over