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

Chapter 4 He Wanted Me To Apologize To His Mistress

Word Count: 766    |    Released on: 20/05/2026

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ha

nd shifted her gaze toward the

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ding guests immediately recognized the

centerpiece item at last

icly admitted

e bid, nobody thoug

y assumed the brooch

n raise his bidding paddle that night, she had genuinely

the gift never came. Instead, she

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, her expression ful

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the price, Lily's face t

bbornly remained

was the one who

to her as a reward for her work! What, does everything you want auto

once, crying so hard he

rkplace. I finally earned recognition through my own hard work. Is that wrong? J

d, the people nearby immediat

re really has it ha

e professionals. Women absolutely can

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n't mean it came from something shameful. You

, forcing down the emotions

had endured far more to

rld herself, she understood better than anyone how diff

fered additional benefits and op

oman, Clara had quietly used Hayes Group's influe

e barely understood the job and mad

dly overlooked those mistakes

o endure disrespect while handling business

up revising Lily's pro

became the woman accused of

We'll get married when you finally refl

one, tapped away for a moment, then dragged Lil

econd later, a wedding cancellat

h it was a mess

Lily. Otherwise, I wo

nt it felt frozen solid. Nobo

one strong arm around Clara's slender waist, a

u standing there in a

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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."”