The Unwanted Fiancée And Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 2 The Declaration of Rupture

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r drained from his face, replaced by a blotchy, furious red. He s

e hissed, his voice trembling wi

ing, her own expression a placid mask. "I said no. I

ling, don't

es, her stepmother, descended in an elegant silk robe, her perfectly made-up face a mask o

cking to Avalon with a glint of triumphant malice. "Avalon, d

oline on a fire. Warren's rage,

Lydia's hand. "She drugged Clay Tate! The T

of the last year. She looked at Lydia's flawless performance, her stomach turning. This

don't forget her arranged marriage, Warren! If this scandal gets

face remained impassive. They were discussing her life as

as time to drop

her, her voice cutting through

ce. Even Lydia's practiced smile froze on her

t. "With what? I've frozen all your accounts. Your credit

much. "That's my p

arted for the stairs, intending to go

fury. He snatched a heavy crystal ashtray f

a concerned wife, but her grip was expertly placed to ensure he couldn't actua

s a blinding white light now, and her steps felt unsteady on the plush runner of the stairs, but she would not

hind her. "You will stay in your room until you agree to

lon's lips, unseen by anyone. He thought he could

up the stairs

ctory, following Avalon's retreating form. This was perfect. The defiant daughter,

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The Unwanted Fiancée And Her Spectacular Comeback

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“I woke up in a squalid apartment with a splitting headache, realizing I had lost an entire year of my life. For twelve months, my body had been piloted by someone else. Before I could even process the agony in my brain, the family butler dragged me back to my wealthy, toxic home. That's when I found out my "other self" had publicly drugged Clay Tate, a prominent heir, turning me into a desperate, unhinged laughingstock. My father didn't care about my blackouts or the blinding pain in my head. He froze all my accounts and threatened me. "You will get on your knees, and you will apologize to their son." My stepmother fanned the flames of his rage, while my stepsister Blair played the perfect, concerned angel, secretly ensuring the whole school gossiped about how pathetic I was. When I went to school, everyone looked at me with pure disgust, treating me like a diseased pariah. I didn't even remember doing any of it. Why had the other me targeted Clay so obsessively? And to make matters worse, the only cure for my neurological torture-a rare Ghost Orchid-was snatched right in front of me by my cold-blooded arranged fiancé, Julian Astor-Vance. I refused to be their helpless scapegoat for another second. I tracked the billionaire down to a dingy convenience store and blocked his wheelchair. "Give it back to me." This time, I was taking control of my own life.”