Cancelled Wedding: Pursued By The Secret Tycoon

Chapter 7

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ice rising as she slammed her glass onto the bar. "I told you from the

ve said

o stay in London alone to handle the branc

hia! I had someone look into it. Two months after he arrived in London, Keshi

ass. She had already ended things with Char

mediately reached ove

k forward." Then her eyes lit up. "Speaking of which, Gennie, w

nevieve asked,

ring her voice as if shari

a next week. Everyone who's anyone in New York will be there!" She was already planning it in her head. "You'll dress up, walk

do with that circle again." Karina frowned. "This isn't about men. It'

to his residence, Colton scrolled throu

sy man. I sent you everything you wanted. You're awfully in

says the Parrish family and the p

ney, she wasn't good enough for the Parrishes anymore, and Charle wanted someone

h Karina at the bar, then remembered the security footage of her lea

ing that had happened over the past

ith Charle toda

e idiot? Interesting. She's got

the car window.

company. I don't want to see that name in New York anymore." H

ight, Emperor Colton. Going to wa

two invitations to the Espinoza residence. One for Karina.

d? Luring the prey into the trap?" "Just se

ned a photo on his phone. It showed a rainy London street, a young woma

e, the angle slightly off. His thumb re

is time, you

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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.”