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

Chapter 5

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as if that explosive phone call had never happened. His c

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ed two of the chef's signature d

in name only, and gathered my courage. "Do you think I'm

arp blue eyes. "I think you're the bravest person

ness took

played it like it was worthless

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hint of self-mockery in my voice. "Go to that

ness. I have no right to i

he could come with me. But of course, we were only in a cont

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his plate. "Your bad mood would affect my moo

was safeguarding the dignity of his own

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voice soft but cle

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violent outburst. "Kathrine Fields! You ungr

l. Then I turned off my phone. The world

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ble toward me. On it was a piece of s

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was watching me enj

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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."”