Shlera

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

Temple Madison

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."

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Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. It had been raining the whole day.

Standing in front of the wardrobe, Adeline threw all her clothes into her suitcase, one after another.

The clock on the wall was ticking. It was past midnight already, but Brendan still hadn't come home.

Three years ago, Adeline married Brendan. However, Brendan had always been busy with work and went home very late every day. Adeline was always worried about him, so she'd stay up late, waiting for him to come home safely and then attending to his every need. In fact, she wouldn't go to bed until Brendan was asleep.

But today, things were different.

Just as Adeline zipped her suitcase shut, she heard heavy footsteps from behind her.

She slowly turned around and met Brendan's cold eyes, which were always calm and emotionless when he looked at her. She had a million things she wanted to say to him, but as she looked into his indifferent eyes, she found she could only say two words. "You're back."

Glancing at the packed luggage, Brendan snorted coldly. "Going on a trip? Where are you heading?"

Adeline didn't have the energy to explain. She just looked at him and said, "I've prepared some food for you. You can eat something first. After that, let's talk."

Earlier that afternoon, she had fainted and was sent to the hospital. The doctor gave her a check-up and ran some tests on her. Right after she got the examination report, she received the message from Tiffany.

So she went straight to Tiffany's apartment after leaving the hospital.

When she married into the Clemons family, Adeline knew that Tiffany, Brendan's sister-in-law, and Brendan went way back. She, Brendan, and Brendan's brother Lance practically grew up together and were childhood playmates.

Both Brendan and his brother ended up falling for Tiffany, but Tiffany chose Brendan's brother. Later, his brother got into an accident and was severely injured, which greatly affected his health. After he and Tiffany got married, they moved abroad.

A few days ago, Brendan's brother died from his poor health, so Brendan flew abroad to bring his brother's remains back. He also brought Tiffany back and even let her live in one of his apartments.

Of course, if anything happened to Tiffany, he'd be the first one to show up.

They always showed up in different places together, looking like a cozy couple, whereas Adeline, Brendan's actual wife, was like a stranger that had nothing to do with him.

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