Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

Chapter 3

Word Count: 575 | Released on: 09/05/2026

the rain soaking through her thin coa

Plaza Hotel. The car merged into traff

ssed the main desk and used her private,

se into the room, gave a polite bow,

and hung the "Do Not Dis

apsed face-first onto the massive, soft

hot, pulsing pain. She closed her eyes, qui

passed when a violent, rapid pou

" a hotel manager pleaded. The electronic lock beeped sharply. The door was shoved open, and Carter Finley stormed i

ness of the rain and a suffo

ess, her hands instinctively

ed off the high ce

emanded to know what the hell

ugh. She pointed a shaking finger

d been suppressing all night. He cro

, his grip bruising

ress, his large frame casting a dark

le smell of hospital sanitizer clung to his

raping hard across the back of Carter

ering trauma of the crash suddenly triggered

body trembling uncontrollably as

whispered, her voice brok

muscles in his back went rig

s vanished. A flash of deep confus

g hand, his fingers moving towar

ush her skin, the sharp, customized rin

ringtone he had assi

ed tight, the muscle ticking under his skin. He

receiver, promising her he would be right back

es in the pitch-black room, hot tears slidi

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Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

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.”