Left Behind: I Married His Billionaire Rival

Chapter 2

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phone, a sound so full of cynical am

e was a slow, deliberate drawl. "I have a terri

her. She forced her voice to remain steady. "You

est of the words out. "You said you ne

, so long that Amelia thought he was about to hang up. She could h

of all its earlier playfulness.

e are

wered automatically, her voice barely

. "Stay right there.

d into silence

" he stated, his tone leaving no room for a

ne wen

lete blank. It had been an act of pure, desperate impulse, a last-ditch effort to prove to h

r. Her first instinct was to run, to hail a cab an

concern for Kamila. The thought of returning to that life, of waiting f

and forced herself to stand straigh

poration building, Kayson was pacing his offic

ent Amel

ation was an emergency. I'l

ith a stark red exclamati

was a network issue. He

mples, a familiar gesture of f

is ear: "The user you are cal

sual, coursed through him. Amelia never did this. Sh

one than usual, but a tantrum nonetheless. He'd le

ed up to the curb in front of Amelia, it

ong leg, encased in impeccabl

han she remembered from the gala, with dark hair and eyes the c

above the door: City Marriage Bureau. A slow, predatory

ing over her from head to toe as if he

ok a half-step back, fe

d up. He extended a hand towards her

ID and documents, fu

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Left Behind: I Married His Billionaire Rival

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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.”