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Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress

Chapter 4 Taming the Snakes

Word Count: 794    |    Released on: Today at 11:56

iltering through the curtains. She hadn't s

up the phone and ordered a lavish breakfast from

m. "Autumn, Jenny, come to my suite." H

on. They were Autumn and Jenny, Amelia's loyal spies. They saw Cassie sitting leisurely on the sofa, a

timidly, the title feeli

or them to sit. "No need to be

glance and perched on the ed

ried egg, as if making small talk.

," Jenny answered

Beaumonts have always been

unsure of what s

her lips with a napkin, and then pushed t

turned cold, "and a draft of a lawsuit prepared by the Rowland f

nt pale. They picked up the

assist Cassie, they had colluded with their employer (Amelia) in fraudulent and conspi

aries and bonuses from the past two years, but you will also face a

wland family will ensure your 'story' is known throughout the

aped her lips. "Ma'am, we were wrong! We

ed in, begging. "We're just serva

e, these were the two who, under Amelia's instruction, had replaced her daily

his lawsuit to the legal department. You can see if the Beaumont family is

ies will be paid by the Rowland family, and they will be doubled. But every single thing you do, every w

one side was ruin; on the other, a high

to their knees. "We'll do anything for you,

coffees, and then go organize my dressing room. I do

k coffee were her te

lly took the cups and dr

h no sympathy. To deal with snakes

rnal threat. Now, it was ti

e rang. A number sh

Adrian's assistant. Mr. Rowland asked me to inform you that a

th. She knew the real b

. "Pick out an outfit for me.

erstood that their new mistress was going to wa

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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?"”