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My Fiancé Planned to Fake His Death, So I Married My Nemesis

Chapter 3 Some Men Forget Who Made Them

Word Count: 753    |    Released on: 20/05/2026

en too timid to say a single word. He on

was being bullied by a group of boys. Clara had b

the only light in his world, the person who gave h

owed quietly behind her, his ca

a. Even speaking a little too loudly w

e Clara's temper could be, Ryan had nev

middle of winter, Ryan dragged himself outside despite running su

g, Ryan jumped with her even tho

d. He became reckless, indulgent... and

y released Clara's wrist and c

mposed, self-assured version of himself, stand

e Lily a su

in her eyes was impossible to miss. She glanced at

sunderstanding just now. Sorry for interrupting the evening. Eve

laugh, her gaze sha

ssion to speak for

any longer, someone stepped

nship over a moment of anger. Whatever the problem is, you two c

trying to persuade her

pon a time, Clara truly

told her that the key to a happy marriage w

yan, she had fallen

t in him. The unwavering dev

it... had

o problem

motions already carefully restrained, her tone so composed i

your company meets the entry

poke up immediately

hen I'll leave. But there's no reason for you

aughed as she

een allowed into events like this was b

g the truth was someho

igh above the ground, truly fo

alifications simply don't meet the

cally roare

n acting like this, then don't ever beg me to attend ano

e words, satisfaction flas

gh she had finally stepped over Clar

k down, to beg, to humiliate herself

pagne glass and took a slow sip,

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My Fiancé Planned to Fake His Death, So I Married My Nemesis
My Fiancé Planned to Fake His Death, So I Married My Nemesis
“Three days before the wedding, Ryan Brooks threw himself a bachelor party. He called it one last taste of freedom before marriage. With the young intern, Lily Moore, locked tightly in his arms, his eyes brimmed with bitterness and grievance. "Lily, trust me. I'm not marrying Clara Hayes. I've already arranged everything. I'll fake my death at the wedding and take you away from this place." What Ryan didn't know was that this marriage had never been an equal match to begin with. It was the Brooks family that had begged the Hayes family for it. Watching the two of them kiss like they couldn't bear to part, Clara calmly slipped the ring onto the finger of Ethan Blackwell, Ryan's sworn enemy. Her red lips curved slightly as she spoke in a cool, steady voice. "Three days from now, come marry me."”