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Left Behind: I Married His Billionaire Rival

Author: Mattie Valelly

Chapter 1

Word Count: 694 | Released on: Today at 12:31

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old hands poin

New York City Marriage B

ed skin beside her index fingernail. It was a nerv

r, poked her head out of the office for the ninth time. Her

an offered, placing a cup of lukewarm wate

like cracking plaster. "Yes, New

ds "Happy Marriages Start Here" printed in cheerful script below them. The

buzzed from

ped into her

rs clumsy and cold. The screen lit u

oster." Kayso

g a cold, dark void. She took a sharp breath, th

y sincerest apologies. Mr. Edwards has an urgent situation. Ms. Carlisle t

a Car

into her brain. It was always Kamila. The reason for the first missed a

said

ly ended

reflecting her own pale, numb f

ith Kayson. Her thumbs moved wi

dwards, w

tion, her finger found the opti

t had been crushing her chest for years finally rolled away. She coul

the chair scraped against the

her expression shifti

desk and placed the untouch

the eye, her voice clear and stead

. I'm not get

uth opened, but n

the clerk, a vow whispered into the

d and walked out of

t her face, but it didn't

ough her contacts to a name she had saved sev

cornered her at a gala, his blue eyes full of a mocki

d it as a provocation, a wa

as her on

inst her ribs as she p

t was answered. A deep, magnetic

p breath, and let the words rush o

aid seven months ago... d

nd, followed by a low, dangerously amused

Chapter End

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“Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time. Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle. It was his ninth broken promise. When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson. "Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money." Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant. "It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me." After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her. She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number. Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival. "Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?" Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb.”