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Jilted Heiress: Marrying My Mysterious Protector

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 749 | Released on: 02/02/2026

d coffee. Aria stood on the steps of the City Clerk's Off

e had sobered up and realized m

lack with rust eating at the wheel wells, rumbled around the corner. It backfired on

oaned as it opened.

ck t-shirt, and jeans that had seen better d

as holding. She walked down the steps, winc

me," sh

truck and pulled out a thick manila envelop

n her hands. It was heavy.

s a paralegal," Harland

more complex than she expected for a starving artist. There were clauses about intellec

te life, I owe you..." She squinted at the zeros

aid, leaning against the t

her purse and flipped to the last page. She

Harland," she said, handing it b

eadable. "Remember, Aria. The only way out of

he muttered

nd a couple who couldn't stop kissing. Aria stared at the fluorescent ligh

of your own free will?" the

" Ari

Harla

nse. No rings. No vo

ht, Aria held the certificate like a shie

ng?" Harland asked

Aria said. "Then I need to find a pla

his chin toward the Bronc

e passenger seat was covered

ns," h

The engine roared to life, vibrating the entire chassis. Aria

nality," she shouted

resting casually on the gear stick. "Like

ar from it. "I'm a survivor too," she said so

he hard line of his jaw softened. "One

rise to her cheeks

rue," h

to lighten the mood. "I'll cook dinner. T

w. "You cook? I thought

It's like architecture. Structure, balanc

heel. The truck lurc

id. "But I'm

purse. "I know how to stretch a

He parked the truck, the eng

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Jilted Heiress: Marrying My Mysterious Protector

Julian Reid Billionaires

“I brought the original drafts of the Lloyd Center to my stepsister's high-society pool party, hoping the gift would finally earn my family's respect. I stood on the edge of the limestone patio, clutching the leather portfolio as fifty pairs of judgmental eyes watched my every move. But the moment I handed the sketches to Corina, she retracted her hand, letting the portfolio sink into the chlorine before throwing herself into the pool with a theatrical scream. My fiancé, Julian, didn't hesitate; he shoved me aside with enough force to twist my ankle and dove in to rescue her. He surfaced with Corina in his arms, looking at me with a mask of pure disgust while the crowd whispered that I was an unstable, illegitimate intruder. My stepmother Eugenia didn't even ask for an explanation before she stepped forward and slapped me across the face, ordering me to get out before she called the police. "Sister, if you're still mad about the inheritance, just say it. Why did you push me?" "Enough! God, Aria. Your jealousy is actually sickening." I stood on shaking legs, looking at the man who had promised to know my heart for two years, only to realize he was just another wolf in the pack. The humiliation burned hotter than the sting on my face, and I realized that in their eyes, I would always be the trash they needed to take out. I yanked the diamond ring off my finger, slammed it onto a table, and walked away from my old life forever. To claim my trust fund and survive, I walked into a dive bar and offered a marriage contract to a broke, mysterious artist named Harland. I thought I was just buying a temporary shield, but I didn't realize that my "poor" new husband was actually a billionaire predator who was already planning to burn my family's empire to the ground.”