The Unwanted Fiancée And Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 4 The Beginning of a Reshuffle

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ples with specific acupressure techniques to suppress the most intense pain. This left her exhaus

e bought by someone else-her lips curled in displeasure. At the very innermost part, she f

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When Avalon appeared, all three froze at the same time. She shed all her disguises-no makeup, her hair n

s her face, unable to hide it. Without those distracting makeup and tacky clothes, Avalon displa

to come to his senses

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. Noise, glaring lights, bustling crowds-all of this made her taut nerves feel grating. The

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k, turned to face her stepsister,

hem keep an

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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.”