Left Behind: I Married His Billionaire Rival

Chapter 4

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was cast aside onto the seat beside h

cascade of notifications flooded her screen. Her best friend

s swarmed with hundreds of likes and comments. The news wa

hone to silent, shoving it deep into her b

familiar, sterile facade of the apartment

"Or, if you prefer, I can have my assi

ght her off guard. She nodded, h

the lobby, it felt like crossing a thres

ngering over a second cup of coffee at a cafe downtown,

office, tried Saul's number aga

th a frustrated tug and de

rushed towards him, his face pale. "Mr. Edwards, Garrett

the elevator button. H

ess. "He just posted a picture of a m

h. He and Garrett had been rivals for years, in busines

robably some model desperate to marry into mon

ay. He pulled out his phone ag

reeted him: "The user you are ca

fear pierced through his annoyance. He was losin

er, Kristen Carlisle, and her stepsister, Kamila, sit

tly wrapped in a bandage. She leaned against K

with contempt. "So you decided to come back? Kayson already called me to apologize

trait of maternal betrayal. A chilling coldness

's accusation and walk

ed from the kitchen, her face etched wi

ssuring smile that didn't rea

s kept half-packed, a subconscious symbol of her desire to esca

nswered it, his posture relaxing slightly.

nd measured as ever. "You got

tt replied, a lazy draw

nce said flatly. "Bring

partment window, a slow smile spre

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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.”