Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

Chapter 2

Word Count: 641 | Released on: 09/05/2026

, dimly lit stairwell of the

concrete wall, gasping for air as she tried

her palm. A special push notificatio

: Hollywood's Rising Star Bri

f Carter's broad back as he escorted Brianna thr

er stomach violently contracted, sendin

hand. The caller ID displayed

her ear. Emilio's furious, demanding voi

lear up these divorce rumors with the press," Emi

oat, threatening to cut off the Austin family trust fund an

rnails into her palm until the skin near

her ear, hit the red button, an

out of the hospital and into the pouring rain. S

w York, finally pulling up to the curb of her l

the bloody gauze on her forehead, rushing forw

blank as she walked into the private ele

n to the sprawling

walk-in closet and yanked a black Her

she had purchased before the marriage, shoving them into the suitcase. Her stitches

vet jewelry box Carter had ever given her

ulled open the heavy oak drawer of the desk and took o

leather blotter. She quickly signed her name on

massive pink diamond wedding ring s

. The metal scraped violently against h

onto the desk, pressing it directly o

metal teeth of the zipper bit to

urned her head and took one final look a

eaker switch. The entire penthouse plun

d shut behind her, the lock

e wet Manhattan pavement, her silhou

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Westley Curlin Romance

“I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash. But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering. "The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress." My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears. I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase. Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly. "You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money." When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side. I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife. But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book. So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.”