Cancelled Wedding: Pursued By The Secret Tycoon

Chapter 6

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nsteady. She picked up the glass of water on the counter and

osity. "What took you so long? Your face is so red. Don

esitated before answering honestly

he do?" An image of Colton's face flashed through Genevieve's mind

London, leaving out the details of that night an

her hand, studying the s

and wears a simple but obviously expensive custom suit..." She suddenly snapped

tared at he

that figure, that presence. If he isn't a model, it's a waste. He probably d

er the last time you saw him? Sick in an alley? Something probab

Colton's cold expressi

of a camera. If he was actually in the business we talked about earlier, he would be terrible. What

iness skills" was such a strange description for t

lanation did seem reasonable. Someone ordinary ra

r him. Such a striking man, yet according to Karina's theory, his car

and raised her eyebrows. "Speak of the

followed

pstairs, he headed straight for the entrance. As if sens

and flashing light

and unreadable. Genevieve's breath

ace is unbelievable. It's a waste if he isn

ning away. He pushed open the door and disa

ring her eyes. Karina patted her shoulder. "Stop looking. He's gone

ifted her glass. "That's not w

g to push the image of thos

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“Genevieve Harding stood in the VIP fitting room, wearing a six-figure custom wedding gown, waiting for her fiancé of ten years. But when a sudden, agonizing pain ripped through her abdomen, Charle impatiently dismissed her call. "Take an Uber to the hospital. Don't be so dramatic." Before the line went dead, Genevieve clearly heard the voice of Keshia, the woman he had been secretly seeing. Diagnosed with acute appendicitis, Genevieve underwent emergency surgery completely alone. Dragging her post-op body down the hospital corridor in the dead of night, she saw Charle in a nearby room, tenderly tucking a blanket around Keshia. When her aunt found out about the rift, she didn't care about Genevieve's health, only demanding she apologize to Charle so her cousin could get a job at his company. "Think about our family's reputation! You owe us!" For ten years, Genevieve had been the compliant fiancé, believing in their childhood sweetheart fairy tale. She didn't understand why her loyalty was rewarded with such cold betrayal, or why her own family only saw her as a disposable pawn for wealth. This time, she didn't cry or make a scene. Genevieve left the diamond ring on the coffee table, blocked her toxic relatives, and moved out of the penthouse. She was going to the most exclusive high-society gala in New York, completely on her own.”