On The Day I Was Abandoned, I Married A Mysterious Billionaire

Chapter 2

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. Damian Sharpe

ood tall, impossibly tall, his presence eve

nhattan, a man who had just seemed bewildered by my mad proposa

ing interruption. Molly's name flashed on

thumb slipped and I accidentally hit

lway. "What's wrong, sis? Cat got your tongue? Are you hiding

in the air, s

r Earl. You're too demanding, too boring.

ssersby felt like physical blows. My cheeks burned

stranger, Damian, reached out. His long, elega

s meeting mine. His voice was low and st

's w

t him, my

tely stepped forward, offering a polite bow to the clerk and the other onlookers who had stopped

ower back without actually touching, leading me to a less crowded c

caught my breath. "Thank you," I whi

see through the mess inside me. "Because I thought

speechless. I was the

eed a groom to salvage your dignity and

"And I need a marriage to stop my family f

one of the craziest things I had ever heard, ri

ded, "we really cou

e, but the words stuck in my throat. H

at could be worse than this? Marrying

d Earl's cowardly betrayal. A bitt

I be the on

or the first time with a hint of my

t, almost imperceptible smile crossed Damian's lips, a fleeting sign

t? I wanted my dignity back. I didn't want t

ttle more time to th

e crisp. "You have five mi

n his wrist, starting to count down for me. His composure, his

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On The Day I Was Abandoned, I Married A Mysterious Billionaire

Mattie Valelly Romance

“I sat alone at the upscale restaurant for an hour, waiting to finalize the details of my engagement party. Then, my fiancé's assistant called to tell me Earl wasn't coming. My stepsister, Molly, had suffered another perfectly timed "emergency," and Earl was at the hospital holding her hand. This was the fifth time this month. I was the one who saved his family's sinking business, but lately, he just called me "too aggressive," preferring Molly's fake, wide-eyed helplessness. "Poor Molly, so glad Earl was there for her," read the caption on her victorious hospital selfie. To make matters worse, my stepfather called, screaming at me to attend a dinner and apologize to a notorious creep just to clean up Molly's latest social mess. In their eyes, I wasn't a daughter or a partner. I was just a sacrificial asset to be used and discarded. The humiliation and betrayal made my blood run cold. I had given them my everything, only to be treated like garbage. But this time, I didn't beg or cry. "Tell him we're over," I said to the assistant, and blocked Earl's number. I went to City Hall alone in the dead of night to bury my wasted years, only to bump into a breathtakingly dangerous stranger who had just coldly ended his own engagement. He looked at me with ice-blue eyes and proposed the most insane idea I had ever heard. "I need a fiancée. You need a shield. A contract." I looked at the billionaire stranger, took a deep breath, and changed my fate. "I agree."”