Cancelled Wedding: Pursued By The Secret Tycoon

Chapter 8

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na, Genevieve returned to her hotel roo

l onto the king-sized bed. The alcohol left her head

re than a dozen missed ca

t D

wn when it rang again. After a brief hesitation, she

hrough, sharp and impatient. Genevieve only hummed

angry with your aunt. I was just worried about you. Brian still hasn't foun

round the phone. She could alre

gh your grandmother's things and found an old photo album. I think there are pi

ieve

e. Over the years, she had only a handful of pictures left wi

softened before sh

e sounded warm and caring. "The album is at our house. Come over and

ought of seeing her parents again made her hesitate. After a m

jeans and a sweater, grabbed her keys and wallet,

mily's house in Queens, a modest

y had treated her after her parents died and their fortune disappeared

her one last reason to believe there mig

familiar house. The lights inside were all on, ma

p the steps and pr

fany Reynolds, stood there in designer loungewear,

designer decided to visit us? I thought once you married into the P

casm. "I'm here to see Au

her eyes and

ing television, not even looking up. Diane came out from the kitchen with

warmth. No concern. Only eyes watching he

dle of the living room and

, where are

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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.”