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Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

Author: Yuan Xiluo
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 813    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

sound. The grand organ of Trinity Church echoed through the t

e stared at the woman reflected in the glass. The custom Ver

d. The fog of confusion evaporated, replaced

nter of her palm. The sharp, biting pai

rd that had stopped her heart in her past lif

. It slammed against the

ne was gripped tightly in his

d at his black bowtie, his signature

t. "Seraphina was on set. The wire snapped. She br

d. She had cried until her throat

a mask of ice. She watched him panic like

frowned, a flicker of confusion crossing

he door. "Handle the reporters from Page Six and Vanity F

over his shoulder, already turning away. He sprinted toward

groomsmen shouted his name. Connor's

n at the alley. Connor's silver Aston Martin tore

irk pulled at the

t the custom tailoring and the excessive spray of diamond accents along the bodice made it far more luxurious than

sk of deep concern, but the malicio

idesmaids in the hall could hear. "Connor is just too

skirt across the carpet. Her eyes locked ont

A sudden, unexplainable c

grab Anissa's arm. "Come on. Let's go out ther

he swung her hand and sla

was loud

chest. The skin on the back of her hand turned

e crowd at the door. She saw A

th you?" Lorraine screamed

e. "The Roy family stock cannot crash just becaus

g heavy. "Go out to the main hall. Announce that th

d down on Anissa's chest. But the reborn Aniss

," Anissa said. Her voice was flat,

ared at her, convinced the humilia

uls of her heavy tulle skirt, lifted it,

om behind. "The entire elite of New Yor

back. "I'm going

the heavy double doors leading t

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Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle
Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle
“On my wedding day, my fiancé Connor received an urgent phone call. He told me a D-list actress had broken her leg on set, then abandoned me right at the altar. In my past life, I cried until my throat bled, begging him not to leave. But my tears only brought endless humiliation. My mother and adopted sister mocked me, framed me, and forged my signature to steal my multi-million dollar trust fund. They kicked me out of the family estate without a single dime. I ended up freezing to death in the minus-twenty-degree New York blizzard, listening to my mother's voicemail telling me to die in the street as long as I didn't bleed on her carpets. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my own blood relatives hated me so much, yet treated an adopted daughter like a precious princess. The only person who showed me any mercy-draping his wool coat over my frozen corpse and giving me a proper burial-was Connor's ruthless, untouchable uncle, Harding Snow. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the bridal suite, right as Connor was rushing out the door. This time, I didn't shed a single tear. I let him run to his actress, then walked straight into the VIP room to face the most feared billionaire on Wall Street. "The wedding proceeds as planned, but the groom's name changes to yours."”