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

Chapter 3

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ating the risks and rewards. On one side, there was the certainty of

ill, like a silent mountain of quiet confidence. His pres

ng chip, and my stepmother Hannah White and stepsister Molly, who wer

minute, I ma

my own chaos than ha

n was about to check his watch again, I

surprise mixed with something that

eer. Second, the duration and termination of this marriage must be a mutual decision. Third, I wan

en nodded without hesitation. "Agreed. Ian

already displayed on the screen. It was clean, professional, and covered all

. This man, Damian, seemed t

e are no issu

hrine Fields. The moment my signature was complete, I f

ared at the bold, decisive signature. I knew nothing about

and disappeared to hand

g his hand. "Pleasure doing b

His palm was broad and wa

" I corrected, my voic

it his ice-blue eyes.

man by my side who was a hundred times stronger, a hundred time

When the marriage certificate confirming our union

n married on the same day I w

as waiting at the curb. Once again, I realized that this man, my husband, was no ordinary man. Ian opened the rear

the city. I watched the streets of New York blur past, feeling

"I would prefer we keep it a secret for now. I

thought you needed to stop them f

plained. "Letting them know who I married is anothe

ut I knew it was more about protecting his

ed pleased with

again. I didn't know where he was taking me. I didn't know where I w

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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."”