The Ugly Wife's Glorious Comeback

spectacle of extravagance, crowned by

d pearls, a staggering fortune in itself. Isabelle had always dre

themselves with half a billion on the wedding. They had dreamed of marrying their daughter off in a grand

now their money-the one that had nearly ruined them-was no

eral times. She only just managed to keep a straight fa

nd as for how their marriage was registered in t

d a media frenzy over the last-minute bride swap, Damian ditched the w

m the Hayes property, Isabelle burst into bitter tears. "Mom

it's

think Damian will keep a hideous creature who was forced

ghtened. "Mom, you mean h

you. Just maintain your reputation as Bridgeford's top socialite,

magine Damian making himself a wi

to be utterly ruthless. They called him "The Reaper of Bridgeford," a man so terrifying that anyone w

edient. Once inside the bridal suite, she sat perf

m her, his eyes fixed on Rosalie. His gaze was piercing, as if he could see ri

e look away. But now, dressed in the magnificent gown, her face and hair shielded by a delica

fire that burned their mansion to the ground, killing her own mother and

ng at her now, he didn't believe a word of it. The girl had bright, intelligent eyes,

nstant. A normal person wouldn't have noticed, but he had seen the unusual li

What mattered was how their names had en

hout his knowledge? And to what end? And was Ro

kative earlier toda

nce of the room, and a chill trac

our league, Damian. I fee

edient when she had to be and flattering when nece

out a soft, con

least bit unworthy when she'd called him "darling" in front

adn't expected him to. She just had to av

suddenly rose from the sofa. His long legs

was happening, he bent down

eart hammering against her rib

ing on his lips. "Tell me, Rosalie... wha

moment later, she wa

her senses. Rosalie froze, completely stunned. How could Damian even co