Woke Up Engaged To My Rival

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 766 | Released on: 19/01/2026

through the floorboards and rattling Eve's teeth. The air

iers who had died in battle. She stared at the amber liquid in her fourth glass. Her v

down," the bartender said, e

. She slapped the card

ng the icy composure she had worn for twenty-six years. She wanted to numb the vo

a-VIP section parted. A group of men in bespoke

em was Cha

lebratory drinks were giving him a headache. He adjusted his cufflinks, his expression one of bored disdain as

t over the ba

the counter in a dress that looked li

ublic. Eve Franks didn't have a hair out of plac

curiosity overriding

aking the room spin. Through the haze of vodka and tears, the fi

sharp lines of Charls's face softened in her v

d whispered. He

d off the high stool. Her heels

e his brain did. He stepped forward, reaching

his chest. It was

ried her face in his shirt, inhaling deeply. He smelled of sandalwood and cold winter air. It

He tried to peel her off. "What

, ruining her makeup. Her eyes were wide, glassy,

cupping his jaw. Her th

ilent. Phones were raised. T

bbed, her voice cracking. "Why did you

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oked around, seeing the faces of half of New York's so

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he woman who had sued him three times last year, was c

her wrists. "You are drunk. L

ried, clinging tighter. "Yo

ark. He felt a vein

lines would read Wiley Assaults Drunk Franks Heiress. If he left her here, she'd be

e. And for some godforsaken reason, she was looking at h

" Charls

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REGINA MCBRIDE Romance

“I spent seven years as the secret benefactor of the man I loved, waiting for the day he would finally acknowledge our relationship. I traded my sharp business suits for a soft silk dress, ready to tell the world that the brilliant artist Andre Wilcox was finally mine. But at our anniversary dinner, the truth hit harder than any corporate betrayal. I sat inches away, hidden by a partition, as Andre laughed with his ex-girlfriend. He called me a "suffocating burden" and a "checkbook with legs" that he only tolerated until he became famous. Devastated and drowning in vodka, I stumbled into a nightclub and ran straight into Charls Wiley, my most hated business rival. In a haze of pain and alcohol, I clung to his expensive suit while paparazzi cameras flashed, sobbing that I loved him and begging him not to leave me. He swept me into his arms to escape the scandal, but our getaway ended in a horrific car crash that left us both buried in shattered glass. When I woke up in a hospital suite, the trauma had wiped my memory clean. My brain, unable to process Andre's cruelty, filled the gaps with the only man who was there when the world went dark. "Charls, darling, you're hurt," I whispered, looking at my sworn enemy with pure, unfiltered adoration. I truly believe the man who tried to destroy my company is my devoted fiancé. My mother and Charls quickly realized that a fake engagement could save our stock prices and seal a fifty-million-dollar merger, so they decided to let the lie live. Now, I'm recovering in the arms of a shark, calling my nemesis "Hubby" while he waits for my memory to return so he can finish the war he started.”