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Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father
I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."Valeriana
“Mom, I’m getting late! Goodbye!!” Valeriana said, walking hastily past the breakfast table. She then gave a bright smile and leaned to kiss the cheeks of her most precious human, “Goodbye , take care and don’t run around in the house!” she said. “Sure my Ana dear, take care, okay?” An old lady in her early eighties said, smiling ear to ear. That old lady is Valeriana’s paternal grandmother. Or the most important, precious person in her life!
“Ana! You can’t do this every time! You always skip breakfast, if it goes on then you will become sick!” A pretty woman said.
“Mom, sorry but I really have to go, the children must be waiting!” She said while taking a piece of bread. And added, “Don’t worry, I’ll eat this bread on my way!” And left the house in a running way to escape her scolding.
“Josephine, calm down! She will eat something after she gets there.” Grandmother said.
Josephine is Valeriana’s mother, but everyone says that she looks like Valeriana’s elder sister. She has really good skin, without any wrinkles, which makes her look younger. Nobody would believe that she’s in her late forties.
“Outside food doesn’t suit her, mom,” Josohine said with a stressed face.
Valeriana was walking down the street, sunlight falling on her face. She looked towards the sky, blinked her eyes twice and blocked the sunlight with her one hand, and said, “A sunny day it is!” And smiled brightly.
Valeriana is the name of a flower in Europe. Just like the flower is used for the treatment of insomnia, anxiety and psychological stress, our Valeriana also helps people to get out of depression. Especially the children and old people.
Valeriana works in a NGO. Which helps millions of orphans, old people get their comfort place. Her beauty, her humbleness, her smile helps the people to feel at ease.
Valeriana’s common trait is that she always smiles no matter what happens. Life has never been easy on her. Since her childhood she has been suffering. Be it her dad leaving her and her mom, when she was only six years old. Or be it the students in her school bullying her for being poor. She has always faced these problems with a smile on her face. No matter how many times these things tore her up, she didn’t let her smile fade away nor did she let anybody else get the hint that she’s sad or what’s going inside her.
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