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Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress

Chapter 3 A Marriage Contract

Word Count: 791    |    Released on: Today at 11:56

on the coffee table. On it sat a steaming bo

bably haven't eaten all day," he s

She didn't trust this kindness from a

et her eyes, his blue irises dark in the lamplight

sie's stomach. She remembered the glass of "celebrat

in in her eyes but didn't press

should tal

end of the sofa to sit. The physical distance between them was a clear re

o talk about? How we can annul this marriage?"

h, I'm sorry, it's Mrs. Rowland now. You made me the laughingstock of New York

ie felt the pressure beneath it.

ery least, won't embarrass you in public," Cassie countered coolly. "As for laughings

gainst the sofa, his posture relaxing. "You're smart. And brave," h

ex," Cassie stated directly. "I can help you deal with your rivals. I

rom the table, his fingers long and elegant. He did

ll do everything they can to invalidate this

ie said. "As long as you acknowledg

d slightly, closing the distance between th

igins who schemed against everyone at her own wedding."

"Because my enemies are also your enemies. Uncle

e calm facade cracked, revealing a sliv

d, the word cl

s chest lifted. She h

s tone shifting again,

t is

our mutual goals are achieved. After that, I will give you enough money to live comfortably

clauses were clear, written in the c

d. She had no intention of develop

and swiftly signed her

ckered for a moment, but his expre

ood. Now, eat something and get some rest.

ned to

r our partnership," he said, "I've had your 'assistants' moved into

and Jenny, the two spies

fulness always came with an edge. He had not only ac

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Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress
Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress
“I was standing at the altar of St. Trinity Church, about to exchange vows with my fiancé, Alex Rowland. But when the officiant spoke, Alex didn't take my hand. He reached toward the side door, where my foster sister, Amelia, was waiting in her own wedding dress. In my past life, I was paralyzed by the humiliation. Later, when I uncovered my foster family's dark secrets, Alex pushed me into the freezing Atlantic. As icy water filled my lungs, he sneered that a mere foster girl never deserved his love. After I died, my soul lingered just long enough to hear my foster parents' chilling confession. I wasn't an orphan. I was a stolen heiress. They had kidnapped me as an infant, used me as a disposable pawn to pave the way for their biological daughter, and murdered me to steal my identity bracelet. I died drowning in betrayal, my true identity buried forever, treated like a stray dog by the monsters I called family. Opening my eyes again, I was back at the altar, right before the moment of my public ruin. This time, I ignored Alex's outstretched hand, lifted the hem of my gown, and walked straight past him. I stopped in front of his sickly, untouchable cousin-the true billionaire heir of the Rowland family. "Mr. Rowland, will you marry me?"”